Quotes about Mystery
So struggled beneath its anguish this unhappy soul. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom are aggregated all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity, He also, while the olive trees were shivering in the fierce breathe of the Infinite, had long put away from his hand the fearful chalice that appeared before him, dripping with shadow and running over with darkness, in the star-filled depths.
— Victor Hugo
Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.
— Victor Hugo
Bonapartist democrat. Grey shades of a quiet mouse colour.
— Victor Hugo
It may indeed be said that the word is never a more splendid mystery than when it travels in a man's mind from thought to conscience and back again to thought.
— Victor Hugo
Adorable ambuscades of providence!
— 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
Some odd things were found; among other things the skeleton of an ourang-outang which disappeared from the Jardin des Plantes in 1800, a disappearance probably connected with the famous and incontestable appearance of the devil in the Rue des Bernardins in the last year of the eighteenth century. The poor devil finally drowned himself in the sewer.
— Victor Hugo
No one could have told: all that was known was, that when he returned from Italy he was a priest.
— Victor Hugo
Death belongs only to God. What right have men to lay hands on a thing so unknown?
— Victor Hugo
God is behind all things, but all things conceal God. Objects are black and humans are opaque. To love a person is to render them transparent
— Victor Hugo
Death belongs only to God. By what right to men tamper with a thing so unknowable?
— Victor Hugo
God was as visible in this affair as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool which he wills. He is not responsible to men.
— Victor Hugo