That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
THOMAS HARDYMany have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
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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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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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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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It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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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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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.
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