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.
THOMAS HARDYA strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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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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It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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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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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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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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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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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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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.
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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 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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She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.
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