Victor Hugo
Victor Hugo
Victor Marie Hugo; 26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. He is considered one of the greatest and best-known French writers. In France, Hugo's literary fame comes first from his poetry and then from his novels and his dramatic achievements. Among many volumes of poetry, Les Contemplations and La Légende des siècles stand particularly high in critical esteem. Outside France, his best-known works are the novels Les Misérables, 1862,...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 February 1802
CityBesancon, France
CountryFrance
For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.
...Nobody knows like a woman how to say things that are both sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is Heaven.
It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.
A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.
where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and who can say which has the wider vision?
Love is the only future God offers.
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.
Not seeing people permits us to imagine them with every perfection.
What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives, and especially upon their destinies, as what they do.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.
To put everything in balance is good, to put everything in harmony is better.
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.
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.