We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
THOMAS HARDYThere are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
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And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you.
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You overrate my capacity of love. I don’t posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
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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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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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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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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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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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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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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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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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