A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
THOMAS HARDYYou have never loved me as I love you–never–never! Yours is not a passionate heart–your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite– not a woman!
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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Many have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
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That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.
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