Love is like a tree; it sprouts forth of itself, sends its roots out deeply through our whole being, and often continues to flourish greenly over a heart in ruins.

Victor Hugo, "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame"

"Do I love thee, angel of my life!" exclaimed the captain, half kneeling. "My body, my blood, my soul, all are thine; all are for thee. I love thee, and I have never loved any one but thee."

Victor Hugo, "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame"

A conversation between lovers is a very commonplace affair. It is a perpetual "I love you." A musical phrase which is very insipid and very bald for indifferent listeners, when it is not ornamented with some ~fioriture~...

Victor Hugo, "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame"

"Oh! love!" said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. "That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven."

Victor Hugo, "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame"

The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake - let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; this conviction the blind man possesses. To be served in distress is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? No. One does not lose the sight when one has love. And what love! A love wholly constituted of virtue! There is no blindness where there is certainty. Soul seeks soul, gropingly, and finds it.

Victor Hugo, "Les Miserables"

In love there are no friends.

Victor Hugo, "Les Miserables"

The property of love is to err.

Victor Hugo, "Les Miserables"