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The greatest favorites of destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme smile is God's alone.
— Victor Hugo
He fell to the seat, she by his side. There no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
— Victor Hugo
Their own destiny is a far-off thing to them ... One declines, descends, trickles away, even crumbles away, and yet is hardly conscious of it one's self. It always ends, it is true, in an awakening, but the awakening is tardy. In the meantime, it seems as though we held ourselves neutral in the game which is going on between our happiness and our unhappiness. We are the stake, and we look on at the game with indifference.
— Victor Hugo
At length he told himself that it must be so, that his destiny was thus allotted, that he had not authority to alter the arrangements made on high, that, in any case, he must make his choice: virtue without and abomination within, or holiness within and infamy without
— Victor Hugo
Alas! What are all these lives driven willy-nilly? Where are they going? Why are they like this? He who knows the answer to that, sees the darkness as a whole. He is alone. His name is God.
— Victor Hugo
True or false, what is said about people often has as much bearing on their lives and especially on their destinies as what they do.
— Victor Hugo
To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day.
— Victor Hugo
He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind them. They know but too well the evil fate which follows them.
— Victor Hugo
Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, was slowly bringing these two beings near each other, fully charged and all languishing with the stormy electricities of passion.
— Victor Hugo
He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, He lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, As the night comes when day is gone. a
— Victor Hugo
But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.
— Milan Kundera
If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.
— Milan Kundera