Victor Hugo Quotes About Morning

Quotes about: Morning

• I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

  Victor Hugo

  Morning, Loving You, Littles

  Victor Hugo (1994). “Les Miserables Volume Two”, p.687, Wordsworth Editions

• My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

  Victor Hugo

  Death, Morning, Next

• He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

  Victor Hugo

  Morning, Time, Labyrinth

• I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.

  Victor Hugo

  Morning, Lying, Twilight

• Those who every morning plan the transactions of the day and follow out that plan carry a thread that will guide them through the labyrinth of the most busy life. The orderly arrangement of their time is like a ray of light which darts itself through all their occupations. But where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incidents, chaos will soon reign.

  Victor Hugo

  Morning, Light, Labyrinth

• ...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?

  Victor Hugo

  Girl, Morning, Memories

  Victor Hugo, Charles Edwin Wilbour (1987). “Les misérables”, Dutton Adult

• In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

  Victor Hugo

  Morning, Heart, Winter

  Victor Hugo (1862). “Les Misérables: Fantine”, p.107, Library of Alexandria

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