The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep. – Victor Hugo
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep. – Victor Hugo
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. – Victor Hugo
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings. – Victor Hugo