It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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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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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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.
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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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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 first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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I may do some good before I am dead–be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.
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The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.
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Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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