Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
Victor HugoLove would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion. Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. To love another person is to see the face of God.
Victor HugoBetween the government which does evil and the people who accept it - there is a certain shameful solidarity.
Victor Hugo