If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
THOMAS HARDYYou concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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It appears that ordinary men take wives because possession is not possible without marriage, and that ordinary women accept husbands because marriage is not possible without possession.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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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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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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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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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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All romances end at marriage.
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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 dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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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.
THOMAS HARDY