That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!
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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People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s pleasure with a life’s discomfort.
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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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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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
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There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
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When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
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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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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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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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All romances end at marriage.
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