Victor Hugo Quotes
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In my old age there is a coming into flower. My body wanes; my mind waxes.
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I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
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I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.
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The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.
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A benevolent malefactor, merciful, gentle, helpful, clement, a convict, returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity to vengeance, preferring to ruin himself rather than to ruin his enemy, saving him who had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit to himself that this monster existed. Things could not go on in this manner.
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What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, Is the revised and corrected proof of creation.
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We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.
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Dark Error's other hidden side is truth.
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Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
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This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.
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The world of sleep has an existence of its own.
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The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.
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Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.
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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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And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference.
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The true artist can only labor con amore.
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Progress is not accomplished in one stage.
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Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons?
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There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
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Dreaming is happiness. Waiting is life.
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God whose gifts in gracious flood Unto all who seek are sent, Only asks you to be good And is content.
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It is man's consolation that the future is to be a sunrise instead of a sunset.
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A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as the law of the complementary colours. What we lack attracts us. Nobody loves the light like the blind man.
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He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.