Quote

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

Victor Hugo

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Victor Hugo
Age: 83 †
Born: 1802
Born: February 26
Died: 1885
Died: May 22
Drawer
Essayist
Illustrator
Librettist
Memoirist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Travel Writer
Writer
Besac
Victor Marie Hugo
Victor-Marie Hugo
Victor Marie
Comte Hugo
Lurk
Wreaths
Rosy
Germs
Cradle
Death
Every
Decked
Wreath

More quotes by Victor Hugo

Image
We are not loved by our friends for what we are rather, we are loved in spite of what we are.
Victor Hugo
Image
To have lied is to have suffered.
Victor Hugo
Image
Social prosperity means man happy, the citizen free, the nation great.
Victor Hugo
Image
You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.
Victor Hugo
Image
She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.
Victor Hugo
Image
I think, therefore I doubt.
Victor Hugo
Image
It is from books that wise men derive consolation in the troubles of life.
Victor Hugo
Image
Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.
Victor Hugo
Image
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Victor Hugo
Image
The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.
Victor Hugo
Image
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
Victor Hugo
Image
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
Victor Hugo
Image
I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.
Victor Hugo
Image
Human society, the world, and the whole of mankind is to be found in the alphabet.
Victor Hugo
Image
What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears? The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind.
Victor Hugo
Image
If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.
Victor Hugo
Image
M. Mabeuf’s political opinion was a passionate fondness for plants, and a still greater one for books. He had, like everybody else, his termination in ist, without which nobody could have lived in those times, but he was neither a royalist, nor a Bonapartist, nor a chartist, nor an Orleanist, nor an anarchist he was an old-bookist.
Victor Hugo
Image
M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think.
Victor Hugo
Image
Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
Victor Hugo
Image
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