It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
THOMAS HARDYSilence 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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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 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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That man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.
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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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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
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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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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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We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
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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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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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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which neediness ends, and below the line at which the convenances begin to cramp natural feeling, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough.
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