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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

Thomas Hardy

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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Difficult Expression Feeling Language Man Woman
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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Fire God Home Love Myself Yourself
I 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.
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Death Life Love Myself
It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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Happiness Imagination Pain Sleep
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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Desire Greatness Love Madness Passionate
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
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Bed Death Grave Live Teaching
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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Change Exception Surprise Time
A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
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Herself Strength Strong Weakness Woman Worst
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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Cruelty Different Fate Hope Indulgence Love Obstacle Sad
There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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Eat Friendship Music
If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
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Beginning Better Path Worst
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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Alone Himself Move Talk World
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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Burn Flame Heart Love Myself Passion Woman Yourself
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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Beautiful Bird Eyes Learning Sing Sweet Terrible
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!
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Autumn Past Summer Thinking Time
Some women’s love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can’t give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop’s license to receive it.
THOMAS HARDY

Generosity License Love Woman

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

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