Quotes About Victor Hugo

Nothing is so charming as the ruddy tints that happiness can shed around a garret room.

Love is a fault; be it so. Fantine was innocence floating upon the surface of this fault.

It is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.

Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius, je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.

What an ominous minute is that in which society draws back and consummates the irreparable abandonment of a sentient being!

What are the convulsions of a city compared with the riots of the soul? Man is a depth still more profound than the people.

Let us remark by the way, that to be blind and to be loved, is, in fact, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness upon this earth, where nothing is complete.

so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.

For sixteen sous he had a smile and a dinner.

In opposition to this celestial tenderness, he summoned up pride, the fortress of evil in man.

Nothing could be so poignant and so terrible as this face, wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the good.

these cause the ideas of renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst

Romanticism, so often ill-defined, is only ... liberalism in literature.

trivial,—there are no trivial facts in humanity, nor little leaves in vegetation,—are useful.

It was one of those cases in which Jean Bart180 would have used the words he used to address to the sea each time he escaped shipwreck: "Cheated you, Englishman!" It is well known that when Jean Bart wanted to insult the ocean he called it the "Englishman.

It is a charming quality of the happiness we inspire in others that, far from being diminished like a reflection, it comes back to us enhanced.

Properly speaking, he no longer held opinions; he had sympathies. To which party did he belong? To the party of humanity.

her nose was not handsome— it was pretty; neither straight nor curved, neither Italian nor Greek; it was the Parisian nose, that is to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,—which drives painters to despair, and charms poets.

Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled

What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections of the soul? Man is a depth still greater than the people.

other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use.

One thing had amazed him,—this was that Jean Valjean should have done him a favor, and one thing petrified him,—that he, Javert, should have done Jean Valjean a favor.

Afirmava que tinha 'um sistema'. No mais, um espertalhão. Um filósofo. Existe gente assim.

Cable by Victor Hugo (then in exile) to his publisher, upon publication of Les Misérables : ? The publisher's response: !