If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
THOMAS HARDYShe 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.
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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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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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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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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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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 first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail.
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The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others, who are late to develop, it just enables them to finish the job.
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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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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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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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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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