But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
THOMAS HARDYShe moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a feeble executant than in the high execution of a feeble thinker.
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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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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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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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The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.
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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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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!
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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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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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