Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
THOMAS HARDYI 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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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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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.
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Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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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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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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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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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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