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.
THOMAS HARDYI 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
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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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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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All romances end at marriage.
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Pessimism is playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child’s play.
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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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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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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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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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring 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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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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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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