Quotes from Victor Hugo
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
- Victor Hugo
Morality is truth in full bloom.
- Victor Hugo
One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.
- Victor Hugo
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.
- Victor Hugo
Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.
- Victor Hugo
The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, in its whole and in its details, whatever the omissions, the exceptions, or the faults - is the march from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from the false to the true, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from rottenness to life, from brutality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from nothingness to God. Starting point: matter; goal: the soul. Hydra at the beginning, angel at the end.
- Victor Hugo
The earth is a great piece of stupidity.
- Victor Hugo
A doctor's door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.
- Victor Hugo
Dost thou understand? I love thee! he cried again. What love! said the unhappy girl with a shudder. He resumed,--The love of a damned soul. a
- Victor Hugo
And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in the shadows. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know, that granting me my life today, this man has killed me, even so. - Javert
- Victor Hugo
But secondly you say 'society must exact vengeance, and society must punish'. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.
- Victor Hugo
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this is recognised: that the human race has been harshly treated, but that it has advanced.
- Victor Hugo