People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s pleasure with a life’s discomfort.
THOMAS HARDYMy 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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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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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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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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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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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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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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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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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 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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