There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
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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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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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 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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Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
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You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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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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It was still early, and the sun’s lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.
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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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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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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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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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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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