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.
THOMAS HARDYTeach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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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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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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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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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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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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Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
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Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail.
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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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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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The perfect woman, you see [is] a working-woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who [uses] her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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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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