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Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. - Vict

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. – Victor Hugo

Other quotes by Victor Hugo

Be it true or false, what is said about men often has as much influence on their lives, and especially on their destinies, as what they do. – Victor Hugo

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Miscellaneous
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Victor Hugo
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Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murders. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls. – Victor Hugo

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Integrity
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Victor Hugo
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Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come. – Victor Hugo

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Time
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Other Quotes from
Faces
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There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures. – Sir Thomas Browne

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Faces

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. – Cicero

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Faces

Her hair was white as snow, and the tears of ninety years seemed to have made deep furrows in her cheeks. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840

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Faces

I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that. – Lauren Bacall

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Faces

Random Quotes

For someone who writes fiction, in order to activate the imagination and the unconscious, its essential to be free. – Manuel Puig

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Imagination

Its just as idiotic to say there is no life after death as it is to say there is one. – Jeanne Moreau

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Death

In terms of having a business, I wanted to let it go beyond what my personal taste is. Basically, Im in a kilt and a white shirt every day. So, you know, I dont have a lot of scope, and Im really picky about what I wear. – Marc Jacobs

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Business

What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt held in cohesion by unresting cells. Which work they know not why, which never halt, myself unwitting where their Master dwells? – John Edward Masefield

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Mystery