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.
THOMAS HARDYIt was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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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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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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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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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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