All romances end at marriage.
THOMAS HARDYWell, 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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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 difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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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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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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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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I may do some good before I am dead–be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
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When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
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