Victor Hugo Quotes:

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.

Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn’t every war fought between men, between brothers?

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.

Habit is the nursery of errors.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.