It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
THOMAS HARDYIf we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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Silence 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.
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Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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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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Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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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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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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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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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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