Top 500 Victor Hugo Quotes (2024 Update)
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451. “For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.”

— Victor Hugo

452. “God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, it is his will that we should love.”

— Victor Hugo

453. “There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.”

— Victor Hugo

454. “Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn’t every war fought between men, between brothers?”

— Victor Hugo

455. “Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.”

— Victor Hugo

456. “Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.”

— Victor Hugo

457. “Whatever may be happening today, peace is the meaning of tomorrow.”

— Victor Hugo

458. “Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.”

— Victor Hugo

459. “Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he sat up, a long stream of blood rolled down his face, he raised both arms in air, looked in the direction whence the shot came, and began to sing.”

— Victor Hugo

460. “Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.”

— Victor Hugo

461. “There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.”

— Victor Hugo

462. “All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.”

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463. “You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.”

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464. “By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.”

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465. “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

466. “A criminal remains a criminal whether he uses a convict’s suit or a monarch’s crown.”

— Victor Hugo

467. “The most excellent symbol of the people is the paving stone. One walks on it until it falls on one’s head.”

— Victor Hugo

468. “All the human and animal manure which the world wastes, if returned to the land, instead of being thrown into the sea, would suffice to nourish the world.”

— Victor Hugo

469. “History has its truth; and so has legend hers.”

— Victor Hugo

470. “The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.”

— Victor Hugo

471. “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

472. “She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.”

— Victor Hugo

473. “Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.”

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474. “Is it not a thing divine to have a smile which, none know how, has the power to lighten the weight of that enormous chain which all the living in common drag behind them?”

— Victor Hugo

475. “To think of shadows is a serious thing.”

— Victor Hugo

476. “Progress is the stride of God.”

— Victor Hugo

477. “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.”

— Victor Hugo

478. “The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.”

— Victor Hugo

479. “My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.”

— Victor Hugo

480. “His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.”

— Victor Hugo

481. “God was bored by him.”

— Victor Hugo

482. “Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.”

— Victor Hugo

483. “Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.”

— Victor Hugo

484. “Press on! A better fate awaits thee.”

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485. “Children have their morning song as well as birds.”

— Victor Hugo

486. “There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.”

— Victor Hugo

487. “Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.”

— Victor Hugo

488. “Enthusiasm is the fever of reason.”

— Victor Hugo

489. “His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one’s own.”

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490. “Often the losing of a battle leads to the winning of progress. Less glory but greater liberty: the drum is silent and the voices of reason can be heard.”

— Victor Hugo

491. “Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.”

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492. “Sleep comes more easily than it returns.”

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493. “Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.”

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494. “Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no difference, here below, at least, in predestination. The same shadow in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But ignorance, mingled with the human paste, blackens it. This incurable blackness takes possession of the interior of a man and is there converted into evil.”

— Victor Hugo

495. “Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.”

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496. “Never, even among animals, does the creature born to be a dove change into an osprey. That is only seen among men.”

— Victor Hugo

497. “Whenever a man’s friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.”

— Victor Hugo

498. “That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.”

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499. “Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.”

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500. “The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.”

— Victor Hugo