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.
THOMAS HARDYSome women’s love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can’t give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop’s license to receive it.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
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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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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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Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
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Many have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.
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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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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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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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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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Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.
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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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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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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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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.
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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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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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