Quotes about Light
For with love there is no middle course: it destroys, or else it saves. All human destiny is contained in that dilemma, the choice between destruction and salvation, which is nowhere more implacably posed than in love. Love is life, or it is death. It is the cradle, but also the coffin. One and the same impulse moves the human heart to say yes or no. Of all things God has created it is the human heart that sheds the brightest light and, alas, the blackest despair.
— Victor Hugo
If no one loved, the sun would go out.
— Victor Hugo
Our joys have shadows. The perfect smile belongs to God alone.
— Victor Hugo
They shall exist, and so long as society shall be what it is, they will be what they are. Under the dark vault of their cave, they are forever reproduced in the ooze. What is required to exorcise these goblins? Light. Light in floods. No bat resists the dawn. Illuminate society.
— Victor Hugo
At certain moments, the foot slips ; at others, the ground gives way. How many times had that conscience, furious for the right, grasped and overwhelmed him! How many times had truth, inexorable, planted her knee upon his breast! How many times, thrown to the ground by the light, had he cried to it for mercy!
— Victor Hugo
If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.
— Victor Hugo
Happy, even in anguish, is he to whom God has given a soul worthy of love and grief! He who has not seen the things of this world, and the heart of men in this double light, has seen nothing, and knows noting of the truth.
— Victor Hugo
The pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.
— Victor Hugo
Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light up the great dates, as we would light torches.
— Victor Hugo
The sole social evil is darkness; humanity is identity, for all men are made of the same clay.
— Victor Hugo
A torch-flame resembles the wisdom of cowards: it gives a poor light because it trembles.
— Victor Hugo
A reflection from this heaven shone upon the bishop. But it was also a luminous transparency, for this heaven was within him: this heaven was his conscience.
— Victor Hugo