Quotes from Victor Hugo

Religions do a useful thing: they narrow God to the limits of man. Philosophy replies by doing a necessary thing: it elevates man to the plane of God.

Así como los diamantes sólo se encuentran en las profundidades de la tierra, las verdades sólo se hallan en las profundidades del pensamiento.

No temamos nunca ni a los ladrones ni a los asesinos: esos son los peligros exteriores, los pequeños peligros. Temámonos a nosotros mismos. Las preocupaciones, esas son los ladrones: los vicios, esos son los asesinos. Los grandes peligros existen dentro de nosotros. ¿Qué importa lo que amenaza a nuestra cabeza o a nuestra bolsa? Pensemos con preferencia en lo que amenaza a nuestra alma.

There are young men of whom it can be said that their countenances chatter. One looks at them and one knows them.

Biassou raised his hand, and as if by enchantment the tumult was stilled, and each negro returned to his place in the ranks in silence. The discipline which Biassou had imposed upon his equals by the exercise of his power of will struck me, I may say, with admiration. All the soldiers of the force seemed to exist only to obey the wishes of their chief, as the notes of the harpsichord under the fingers of the musician.

Ako ima ne?eg bolnijeg od tijela koje umire bez hljeba, to je duša koja umire jer je gladna svjetlosti.

mien identical, only more depressed. But why these workingman's clothes? What was the meaning of this? What signified that disguise? Marius was greatly astonished. When he recovered

All war is a thing of terror, and there is no choice in it.

Najve?a sre?a života je ube?enje da smo voljeni zbog nas samih, ili još bolje, uprkos nas samih.

La Tour-Gauvain avait une destinée étrange : un Gauvain l'attaquait, un Gauvain la défendait.

Tutte le cose della vita sono perennemente in fuga davanti a noi: ombre e luci s'intrecciano; dopo uno sfolgorìo, ecco una ecclisse; si guarda, ci si affretta, si stendon le mani per afferrare quello che passa; ogni evento è una svolta della strada; e all'improvviso, eccoci vecchi.

There has come into fashion a strange and easy manner of suppressing the revelations of history, of invalidating the commentaries of philosophy, of eliding all embarrassing facts and all gloomy questions.

She had already suffered so much that she reflected with the lugubrious air of an old woman.

Quel champ de bataille que l'homme ! Nous sommes livrés à ces dieux, à ces monstres, à ces géants, nos pensées.

Meil? turi pa?ios sielos savybi?. Ji tos pa?ios prigimties. Kaip ir siela, ji - dieviškoji kibirkštis, kaip ir siela, ji netr?nijanti, nedaloma, nenykstanti. Tai ugninis vidurkis, nemirtingas ir begalinis, kurio mumyse niekas negali apriboti ir niekas negali užgesinti. Jauti jo karšt?,perveriant? ligi kaul? smegen?, ir matai jo spinduliavim?, siekiant? dangaus gelmes.

La dicha suprema de la vida es la convicción de que somos amados, amados por nosotros mismos; mejor dicho amados a pesar de nosotros;

The Unknown sometimes holds surprises for the spirit of man. A sudden rent in the veil of darkness will momentarily reveal the invisible and then close up again. Such visions sometimes have a transfiguring effect, turning a camel driver into a Mohammed, a goat girl into a Joan of Arc. Solitude brings out a certain amount of sublime exaltation.

your name is My Brother.

There are instincts for all the encounters of life.

Tantôt il bêchait la terre dans son jardin, tantôt il lisait et écrivait. Il n'avait qu'un mot pour ces deux sortes de travail, il appelait cela jardiner.

All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness.

The towns make men ferocious because they make them corrupt. Mountains, sea, and forest make men reckless. They stir the wildness of men's nature, but do not necessarily destroy what is human.

had it been given to our eyes of the flesh to gaze into the consciences of others, we should be able to judge a man much more surely according to what he dreams, than according to what he thinks.

El recuerdo de un ser ausente se ilumina en las tinieblas del corazón, y cuanto más completamente va desapareciendo, más brilla; el alma desesperada y obscura ve esta luz en su horizonte como una estrella de la noche anterior.