Victor Hugo Quotes
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Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.
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He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends.
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She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.
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Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.
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I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one.
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Genius is rare because the means of becoming one have not been available.
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A woman's best qualities are harmful if undiluted with prudence.
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Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.
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If we must suffer, let us suffer nobly.
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I think, therefore I doubt.
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A writer is a world trapped in a person.
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People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.
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What's our baggage? Only vows, Happiness, and all our care, And the flower that sweetly shows Nestling lightly in your hair.
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What love commences can be finished by God alone.
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Emergencies have always been necessary to progress. It was darkness which produced the lamp. It was fog that produced the compass. It was hunger that drove us to exploration. And it took a depression to teach us the real value of a job.
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At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
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Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.
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God blesses man, not for having found but for having sought.
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It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.
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Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
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Love, thine is the future. Death, I use thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, there shall be in the future neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance nor blood for blood.
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Yes, instruction! Light! Light! Everything comes from light, and to everything it returns.
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He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.
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There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.