Quotes about Love
The supreme happiness of life is that we are loved; loved for ourselves - say rather, loved in spite of ourselves
— Victor Hugo
Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes.
— Victor Hugo
He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.
— Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake—let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self;
— Victor Hugo
Love one another dearly, always. Nothing else in the world really matters but that: to love one another.
— Victor Hugo
Oh, love! That is to be two, and yet one. A man and a woman joined, as into an angel; that is heaven!
— Victor Hugo
God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give them endless duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is, in fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the ineffable felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the plenitude of man.
— Victor Hugo
Pretty, but badly dressed, breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which must afterwards fill the whole life of the woman, coquetry. Love is the other.
— Victor Hugo
He had never known a kind woman friend in his native parts. He had not had the time to fall in love.
— Victor Hugo
Each of our passions, even love, has a stomach that must not be overloaded. We must in all things write the word finis in time; we must restrain ourselves, when it becomes urgent, draw the bolt on the appetite, play a fantasia on the violin, then break the strings with our own hand.
— Victor Hugo
The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
— Victor Hugo
The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have vanished contains neither thought nor love.
— Victor Hugo