"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent"
— Victor Hugo

"What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul"
— Victor Hugo

"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake. "
— Victor Hugo

"The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
— Victor Hugo

"To love another person is to see the face of God."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees."
— Victor Hugo

"No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come."
— Victor Hugo

"To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark."
— Victor Hugo

"Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face."
— Victor Hugo

"A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is visible labor and there is invisible labor."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"He who opens a school door, closes a prison."
— Victor Hugo

"Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket."
— Victor Hugo (The Hunchback of Notre-Dame)

"The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal."
— Victor Hugo

"Imagination is intelligence with an erection"
— Victor Hugo

""Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it."

She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.""
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"People do not lack strength, they lack will."
— Victor Hugo

"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet."
— Victor Hugo

"You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it."
— Victor Hugo

"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Fashions have done more harm than revolutions."
— Victor Hugo

"What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
One kiss, and that was all.

Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes.

They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it.

She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to get into the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there.

From time to time Marius’ knee touched Cosette’s. A touch that thrilled.
At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, their ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girl’s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other.

When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?"

"My name is Marius," he said. "And yours?"
"My name is Cosette.""
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"so long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation which, in the midst of civilization, artificially creates a hell on earth, and complicates with human fatality a destiny that is divine; so long as the three problems of the century - the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labour, the ruin of women by starvation and the atrophy of childhood by physical and spiritual night are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words and from a still broader point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this."
— Victor Hugo

"Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him--he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man; nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite. There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky; there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings. "
— Victor Hugo

"It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise."
— Victor Hugo (Ninety-Three)

"Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces. If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"If I speak, I am condemned.
If I stay silent, I am damned!"
— Victor Hugo (les miserables)

"There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher."
— Victor Hugo

"To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."
— Victor Hugo

"Diamonds are found only in the dark bowels of the earth; truths are found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him that after descending into those depths after long groping in the blackest of this darkness, he had at last found one of these diamonds, one of these truths, and that he held it in his hand; and it blinded him to look at it. (pg. 231)"
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you"
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Plea Against the Death Penalty

Look, examine, reflect. You hold capital punishment up as an example. Why? Because of what it teaches. And just what is it that you wish to teach by means of this example? That thou shalt not kill. And how do you teach that "thou shalt not kill"? By killing.

I have examined the death penalty under each of its two aspects: as a direct action, and as an indirect one. What does it come down to? Nothing but something horrible and useless, nothing but a way of shedding blood that is called a crime when an individual commits it, but is (sadly) called "justice" when society brings it about. Make no mistake, you lawmakers and judges, in the eyes of God as in those of conscience, what is a crime when individuals do it is no less an offense when society commits the deed."
— Victor Hugo

"Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"
من نميگويم هرگز نبايد در نگاه اول عاشق شد اما اعتقاد دارم بايد براي بار دوم هم نگاه کرد
"
— Victor Hugo

"Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein."
— Victor Hugo

"Life is the flower for which love is the honey."
— Victor Hugo

"What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind."
— Victor Hugo

"Certainly we talk to ourselves; there is no thinking being who has not experienced that. One could even say that the word is never a more magnificent mystery than when, within a man, it travels from his thought to his conscience and returns from his conscience to his thought. This is the only sense of the words, so often used in this chapter, “he said,” “he exclaimed”; we say to ourselves, we speak to ourselves, we exclaim within ourselves, without breaking the external silence. There is great tumult within; everything within us speaks, except the tongue. The realities of the soul, though not visible and palpable, are nonetheless realities. (pg. 226)"
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering."
— Victor Hugo (Quatre-vingt treize)

"There is a determined though unseen bravery that defends itself foot by foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and dishonesty. Noble and mysterious triumphs that no eye sees, and no fame rewards, and no flourish of triumph salutes. Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields that have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes."
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so"
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)

"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent."
— Victor Hugo