She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
THOMAS HARDYIndifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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 is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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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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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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If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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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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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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