#hunch

Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it and wrote The Hunchback of Notre-Dame to raise awareness of its glorious history. And, by golly, did it work! Parisians campaigned to save it, and the building was repaired and polished to the pristine state you find today. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#paris #the-hunchback-of-notre-dame #victor-hugo #imagination

You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine. ↗

— James Dickey

#fine #hunch #just #make #you

My hunch is that probably men are doing more both outside the home and inside the home. ↗

— James Levine

#doing #home #hunch #inside #men

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch. ↗

— Lily Tomlin

#hunch #nothing #reality

What is reality, anyway? Just a collective hunch. ↗

— Lily Tomlin

#collective #hunch #just #reality

Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again. "What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder. He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#love

...who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love... ↗

— John Geddes

#crippled #hunchback #love #love

We would never call inexplicable little insights 'hunches,' for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang. ↗

— China Miéville

#hunches #inspiration #saints #inspirational

A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something. ↗

— Frank Capra

#hunch #something #tell #trying #you

Quasimodo then lifted his eye to look upon the gypsy girl, whose body, suspended from the gibbet, he beheld quivering afar, under its white robes, in the last struggles of death; then again he dropped it upon the archdeacon, stretched a shapeless mass at the foot of the tower, and he said with a sob that heaved his deep breast to the bottom, 'Oh-all that I've ever loved!' The Hunchback of Notre Dame ↗

— Victor Hugo

#the-hunchback-of-notre-dame #death