Wiktor Hugo: Cytaty po angielsku (strona 6)

“Life is a theatre set in which there are but few practicable entrances.”

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

“A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.”

“Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.”

“This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.”

“What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.”

“It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life.”

“As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.”

“A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.”

“Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit…. They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.”

“God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.”

“Sleep comes more easily than it returns.”

“Morality is truth in full bloom.”

“She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.”

“England has two books, the Bible and Shakespeare. England made Shakespeare, but the Bible made England.”

“One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.”

“It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word ‘she.”

“The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.”

“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.”