We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
THOMAS HARDYIt 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
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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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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which neediness ends, and below the line at which the convenances begin to cramp natural feeling, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough.
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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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If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
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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 may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting out of love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as a short cut that way, but it has been known to fail.
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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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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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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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