My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
THOMAS HARDYYou ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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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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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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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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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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Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
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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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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.
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Many have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.
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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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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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