Victor Hugo: Idézetek angolul (oldal 10)

“Ah," cried Gavroche, "what does this mean? It rains again!… If this continues, I withdraw my subscription.”

“… It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.”

“Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions”

“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.”

“There is no vacuum in the human heart. Certain demolitions take place, and it is well that they do, but on condition that they are followed by reconstructions.”

“Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.”

“Love is a fault; so be it.”

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

“To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?”

“The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.”

“Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.”

“People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.”

“The mother… swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.”

“You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.”

“Of all the things that God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, alas! and the most darkness.”

“Be serious,” said Enjolras. “I am wild,” replied Grantaire.”

“Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.”

“The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.”

“If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66)”