I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo
Victor HugoLove resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.
Victor HugoDear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
Victor Hugo