What did Victor Hugo mean by: Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. - Victor Hugo Writer · France Copy
+ We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Human, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Kings, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ Work is the law of life, and to reject it as boredom is to submit to it as torment. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Boredom, Law, Submit, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Dew, Flower, Soul, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Birthday, Positive Thinking, Time, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ I’d rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Criticism, Critics, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one’s soul an almost inexhaustible ill will. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Soul, Tasks, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
+ Women play with their beauty as children do with their knives. They wound themselves with it. Feraz Zeid, December 25, 2023January 10, 2024, Victor Hugo, Children, Knives, 0 - Victor Hugo Writer · France
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
We pity in others only the those evils which we ourselves have experienced. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life. - Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Poet · France
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. - William Penn Founder of the Province of Pennsylvania · England
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. - William Penn Founder of the Province of Pennsylvania · England
