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.
THOMAS HARDYPeople 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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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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All romances end at marriage.
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It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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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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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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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.
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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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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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