The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
THOMAS HARDYRemember 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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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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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 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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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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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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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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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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Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which neediness ends, and below the line at which the convenances begin to cramp natural feeling, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough.
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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!
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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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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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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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