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.
THOMAS HARDYTime changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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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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The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.
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You overrate my capacity of love. I don’t posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
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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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The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
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The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others, who are late to develop, it just enables them to finish the job.
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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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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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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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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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