O, you have torn my life all to pieces… made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
THOMAS HARDYAll romances end at marriage.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
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There’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
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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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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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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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She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.
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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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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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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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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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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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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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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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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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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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