Victor Hugo Quotes
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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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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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How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.
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All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.
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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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That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.
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If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.
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One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant.
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If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.
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Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.
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Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
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The wind of revolutions is not tractable.
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If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
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Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
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Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
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That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.
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Happiness wishes everybody happy.
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There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny.
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God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.
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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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Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.
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They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.
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The author creates a book and the people accept or not accept it. The creator of a book is an author and the creator of it`s fate are people.
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It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.