Quotes by Victor Hugo on his birthday, born 26 February 1802, died 22 May 1885.
- He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
- An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.
- The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
- To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
- There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
- Architecture has recorded the great ideas of the human race. Not only every religious symbol, but every human thought has its page in that vast book.
- A library implies an act of faith.
- He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
- One resists the invasion of armies; one does not resist the invasion of ideas.
- What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
Still living for tomorrow,
Not for today?!
So be ready; to count your sorrow
Of losing each day.
Pay in vain each day you are living.
Pen your dreams on a blank paper
Till they come true themselves,
Stand in your place frozen
With no move,
With no tread,
But then don’t complain
And just be ready;
To count your sorrow
Of losing each day.
The sun had closed the winter day
While the boat was shaking at the sight of nowhere,
Waves were so high, made everything shudder,
A burning ray of Fear pierced her heart; pushing life away,
Its likeness is not found in sea or air.
She grabbed the gunwale of the boat so close
With her trembling heart, both, in one hand,
Looked here and there; searching for a creature of any kind
To share her wounded feelings,
She was met with closed eyes of all around.
Before her eyes, life was near a close
Flashes of ruined life crossed her head,
Like the gray face of a winter cloud
That shadowed her mind and soul, both,
She felt the freezing of her heart’s blood.
In a moment of death, she was offered a chance to live;
Colors of distant island flashed to her withered eyes
Lighted beneath the moon’s pale beams,
She dreamed of wings to fly, in another chance did believe,
Found nothing, but her shivering feeble arms.
She closed her eyes, so tight, opened her heart to cry,
Felt warmth within a tender embrace,
Wrapped her within his wings,
Like a passing thought, she fled away
From the island, she glanced the boat sinking in unknown depths.
For a moment, I froze the scene,
While the street was so crowded,
With thoughtful faces as in a dream.
Minute by minute, light is becoming fainter
With stillness everywhere,
And some dull faces showing nowhere,
The world of now was scattered
Into many ones,
Gleam in some eyes took me to their realms.
Walking through frozen people, experiencing new worlds;
Each has its own features and smells
Each has its own sorrow and joys
Each has its own ups and downs
All has the same destination.
The first page between your hands
And you are afraid to decide,
Turn it over unfinished,
Or stay on, hold a pencil and write?
The story of standing still
Like an old gray straw,
The story of your dull life
With no tinge of happiness or hue
Of sweet madness.
The book of your lifetime,
After all these years, appears blank
And at page one you are still standing,
How to start with a stunning sentence
And beat the others.
But the sentence never comes
And you stand still,
Without turning the page over
Nor fill it
With the boring story of yours.
Draw the black curtains aside
Let sunshine fill your heart,
Remove all borders
You have been locked within,
Let your soul freely fly.
And then to catch it;
Unlock your door and stand out
Feel morning breeze against your cheeks,
Then run, shout, feel you`re alive
Never lock yourself up
Into a dark chamber;
For years later from now
Without your permission
It will be your only shelter.
The same smell
The same faint light
The same stillness
The same far delight.
I can feel failure everywhere
Trying to grab me to nowhere, I know its signs
For I lived through it before,
And don’t want to taste its bitterness anymore.
Black curtains, blackness my sight
Shadowing any hope,
Radiating bad memories, finishing me off from inside
That never stops.
I try to escape,
Running here and there,
Shouting and screaming,
To break such nightmare.
For over my sight,
I can see something waving from a distance,
It is not clear, trying to hide
But still I can barely glance.
It is my dream like a mirage
Flying far away,
I run so fast to catch
By all my strength and energy.
Screaming with all my force;
“Please don’t leave me,
Come here, I am not the same person,
Who used to fear,
I am not that defeated one,
I experienced being lost,
And from now I will try on
Don’t leave me alone like a nut
I promise, I will follow you till the end.”