Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
THOMAS HARDYWe ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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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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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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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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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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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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And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you.
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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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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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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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My 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.
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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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Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
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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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