“So you're giving up? That's it? Okay, okay. We'll leave you alone, Quasimodo. We just thought, maybe you're made up of something much stronger.”

“Why was I not made of stone like thee?--Quasimodo[to a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire].”

“To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?”

“My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo”

“Or, donner la grosse cloche en mariage à Quasimodo, c'était donner Juliette à Roméo.”

“The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome — this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.”

“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. & great happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves. & even loved in spite of ourselves.”