Victor Hugo Quotes
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I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.
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The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and incessant desire to injure some living being, it matters not who.
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Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)
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He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.
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Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.
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Emotion is always new and the word has always served; therein lies the difficulty of expressing emotion.
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One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.
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Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.
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The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.
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Excitement is not enjoyment: in calmness lies true pleasure. The most precious wines are sipped, not bolted at a swallow.
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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
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This conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise.
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So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.
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Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.
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I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
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Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. – I shall feel it." She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world: – "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.
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Music is the vapor of art. It is to poetry what reverie is to thought, what fluid is to solid, what the ocean of clouds is to the ocean of waves.
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A wedding is not house-keeping.
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There are things stronger than the strongest man.
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Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.
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With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.
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If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.
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...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
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Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.