If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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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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 resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.
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There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
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Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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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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If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
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The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.
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The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
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