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Hugo's thoughts on love

As to the words they spoke, they were breaths and nothing more, but breaths that set all Nature stirring. They were a magic which would have little meaning were they to be set down on paper, those murmurs destined to be borne away like puffs of smoke under the leaves. If we rob the words of lovers of the melody from the heart that accompanies them like a lyre, what remains is but the shadow. Is that really all? - mere childishness, things said and said again, triteness, foolishness and reasonless laughter? Yes that is all, but there is nothing on earth more exquisite or more profound. Those are the only things that are really worth saying and worth hearing, and the man who has never heard or uttered them is a bad man and a fool. 

-Victor Hugo

Comments

iheartkiwi said…
such perfect words for a Sunday afternoon... I love me some Victor Hugo.
kara lynn said…
love. and this is why victor hugo is my favorite.
Danelle said…
That is really beautiful <3
Red Boots said…
This is beautiful. I don't know much about Victor Hugo, so I'm definitely going to find out about him.

Catcher in the Rye, is good, but at times a difficult read. I'm no literary genius, but to me it's the account of a boy's struggle with depression, so not the happiest of books. But really really well written. I did enjoy it.

x
Elizabeth said…
You can't go wrong with a hugo quote! His words on things are generally amazing!

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