#victor

It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#happiness #victory #dreams

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#enemies #fighting #love #peace #trial

Japan likewise put her hopes of victory on a different basis from that prevalent in the United States. (...) Even when she was winning, her civilian statesmen, her High Command, and her soldiers repeated that this was no contest between armaments; it was pitting of our faith in things against their faith in spirit. ↗

— Ruth Benedict

#japan #materialism #spirit #united-states #victory

The history of your world is filled with the voice of the victor, the voice of power, although it was not always a voice of sanity, by any means. ↗

— Barbara Marciniak

#power #sanity #victor #family

Victorian rigidities were such that ladies were not even allowed to blow out candles in mixed company, as that required them to pucker their lips suggestively. They could not say that they were going "to bed"--that planted too stimulating an image--but merely that they were "retiring." It became effectively impossible to discuss clothing in even a clinical sense without resort to euphemisms. Trousers became "nether integuments" or simply "inexpressibles" and underwear was "linen." Women could refer among themselves to petticoats or, in hushed tones, stockings, but could mention almost nothing else that brushed bare flesh. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#modesty #underwear #victorian-era #home

I’m not like her. I don’t steal people.” Mr. Tibbalt watched her, saying nothing. The silence made Victoria bristle. “Well, I don’t. ↗

— Claire Legrand

#similarities #victoria-wright #home

One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace. ↗

— Victor Borge

#fire #fireplace #funny #humor #humorous

The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#gratitude #joy #les-miserables #suffering #victor-hugo

The book the reader has now before his eyes - from one end to the other, in its whole and in its details, whatever the omissions, the exceptions, or the faults - is the march from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from the false to the true, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, from rottenness to life, from brutality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from nothingness to God. Starting point: matter; goal: the soul. Hydra at the beginning, angel at the end. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#victor-hugo #life

Ma vie est une énigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.) ↗

— Victor Hugo

#victor-hugo #life