If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
THOMAS HARDYYou 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!
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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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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There 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.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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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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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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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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All romances end at marriage.
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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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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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You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
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