Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
THOMAS HARDYYou, 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!
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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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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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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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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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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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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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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People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s pleasure with a life’s discomfort.
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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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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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My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a feeble executant than in the high execution of a feeble thinker.
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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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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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