Victor Hugo Quotes - Page 6

Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race.

Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the hearts of men.

Sans la moindre métaphore et dans toute l'acception du mot, vivre, c'est brûler.

Flat ubi vult

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots.

As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack it, and we try to kill it.

In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open.

Les bras d'une mère sont faits de tendresse et un doux sommeil benit l'enfant qui s'y abandonne.

In the morning, when he entered my room, I grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a cupid like that child.

Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.

On résiste à l'invasion des armées; on ne résiste pas à l'invasion des idées.

(One resists the invasion of armies; one does not resist the invasion of ideas.)

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

Penser, voilà le triomphe vrai de l’âme.

L'âme qui aime et qui souffre est à l'état sublime.

Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.

There is a prospect greater than the sea, and that is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul.

L’excès de la lâcheté a aussi son courage.

Death does not concern me. He who takes his first step uses perhaps his last shoes. (Halmalo)

En France, que de gens à longues oreilles : ânes en littérature, lièvres en politique !