Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
THOMAS HARDYWhen 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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You 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!
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She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.
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Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.
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I may do some good before I am dead–be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.
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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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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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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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Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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To be loved to madness–such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover.
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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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