That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
THOMAS HARDYYou, 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!
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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Our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
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If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
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All romances end at marriage.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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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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It 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.
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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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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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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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