Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
THOMAS HARDYIt 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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O, you have torn my life all to pieces… made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
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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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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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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 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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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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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 was still early, and the sun’s lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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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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Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.
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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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