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.
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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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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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
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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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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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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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Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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The perfect woman, you see [is] a working-woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who [uses] her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others.
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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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That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!
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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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