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.
THOMAS HARDYIt was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others, who are late to develop, it just enables them to finish the job.
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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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If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
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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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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.
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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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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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It appears that ordinary men take wives because possession is not possible without marriage, and that ordinary women accept husbands because marriage is not possible without possession.
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Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.
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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.
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It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
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