But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
THOMAS HARDYEverybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.
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It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.
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When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!
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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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That man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.
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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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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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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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It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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O, you have torn my life all to pieces… made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
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The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.
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