Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
THOMAS HARDYIt 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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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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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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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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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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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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Pessimism is playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child’s play.
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You overrate my capacity of love. I don’t posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
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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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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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