Victor Hugo, Les Misérables Quotes

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

Those who do not weep, do not see.

I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

Revolutions spring not from accident, but from necessity. A revolution is a return from the factitious to the real. It takes place because it must.

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

Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty

Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

Love is the only future God offers.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Nothing is more imminent than the impossible . . . what we must always foresee is the unforeseen.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.

A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.

The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

He sought...to transform the grief which looks down into the grave by showing it the grief which looks up to the stars.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.

The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.

Be happy without picking flaws.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

To study in Paris is to be born in Paris!

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all.

To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a moment’s silence, "Perhaps more so.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

People do not read stupidities with impunity.

The earth is a great piece of stupidity.

The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.

People who are overwhelmed with troubles never do look back.They know only too well that misfortune follows in their wake.

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.

Every bird that flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.

Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.

Another said, "I don't ask six months, I don't ask two. In less than two weeks we'll meet the government face to face. With twenty-five thousand men we can make our stand.

[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.

What greater flood can there be than the flood of ideas? How quickly they submerge all that they set out to destroy, how rapidly do they create terrifying depths?

At the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of Heaven fills those who are quitting the light of Earth.

Enjolras caught glimpses of a luminous uprising under the dark skirts of the future.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.