Quotes from Victor Hugo

O silêncio dá sempre um pouco a ideia de que quem cala consente ou de que está entre a espada e a parede.

Was it not the least that one could do to swear at one's ease and revile the name of God a little, on so fine a day, in such good company as dignitaries of the church and loose women?

Ah, s? fii culcat al?turi de ea în acelaÈ™i mormânt, mân? în mân?, È™i din când în când, în întuneric, s? ne mângâiem încet un deget. VeÈ™nicia mea s-ar mulÈ›umi cu atât.

There are people who read very loud, and who have the appearance of giving themselves their word of honor as to what they are perusing.

When the eye sees black, the heart sees trouble.

Javier was born in a prison (...) he grew up to think himself without the pale of society and despaired of ever entering it. He noticed that society closes its doors without pity on two classes of men, those who attack it and those who guard it. He could choose between these two classes only.

Citizens! This is the example which the old give to the young. We hesitated, he came! we fell back, he advanced! Behold what those who tremble with old age teach those who tremble with fear!

Le plus beau des autels, disait-il, c'est l'âme d'un malheureux consolé qui remercie Dieu.

La guerre : c'est l'humanité contre l'humanité malgré l'humanité.

Hay encuentros que nos ligan, y casualidades que nos impulsan por el camino del deber.

This book is a drama whose first character is the Infinite. Man is the second.

It was Gwynplaine's laugh which created the laughter of others, yet he did not laugh himself. His face laughed; his thoughts did not. The extraordinary face which chance or a special and weird industry had fashioned for him, laughed alone. Gwynplaine had nothing to do with it.

And blossoming, odour-giving creation, loving and charming, and the grand sky golden with morning spread about La Tourgue and the guillotine, and seemed to say to man, Behold my work, and yours.

Am întâlnit pe strad? un tân?r foarte s?rac care iubea. Avea o p?l?rie veche, haine roase, coatele g?urite. Ghetele îi erau pline de ap? È™i inima îi era plin? de stele.

Once, however, he had a pleasure. He had gone out with a Robert Estienne, which he had sold for thirty-five sous under the Quai Malaquais, and he returned with an Aldus which he had bought for forty sous in the Rue des Gres.—'I owe five sous,' he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day he had no dinner.

That there should be so great a concentration of vitality, so large a world contained within the mind of a single man, must in the end have been fatal to civilisation.

Era um desses homens que dominam o espanto produzido pelos lances desesperados. Não obstante o ingente perigo da crise, não obstante o medonho aspecto da catástrofe, os gestos daquele homem em nada semelhavam a agonia do afogado que debaixo da água abre desmesuradamente os olhos num esgar convulso e horroroso.

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

Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars!

In questo mondo vi sono due esseri che trasaliscono profondamente: la madre che ritrova il figlio, e la tigre che ritrova la sua preda.

The man who is not loved soars like a vulture over the mistresses of other men;

Machiavel a fait des petits. Louis Bonaparte en est un.

Há sempre na reflexão uma certa quantidade de rebelião íntima, que o irritava.

Finally, he said to himself that it was a necessity, that his destiny was so fixed, that it was not for him to derange the arrangements of God, that at all events he must choose, either virtue without, and abomination within, or sanctity within, and infamy without.