Victor Hugo Quotes
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Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
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The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.
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It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.
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The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
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An increase of tenderness always ended by boiling over and turning to indignation. He was at the point where we seek to adopt a course, and to accept what tears us apart.
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Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces. If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
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The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.
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True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.
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You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.
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Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.
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Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?
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What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.
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Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.
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She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.
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To introduce a new play only six weeks after another has been banned is also a way to speak one's piece to the government. It proves that art and liberty can grow back in one night under the clumsy foot which crushes them.
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A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
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How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.
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Foppery is the egotism of clothes.
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This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.
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There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.
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Joie est mon caractere, C'est la faute a Voltaire; Misere est mon trousseau C'est la faute a Rousseau. [Joy is my character, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misery is my trousseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.] - Gavroche
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The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
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He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.
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The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.