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.
THOMAS HARDYOur impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Pessimism is playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child’s play.
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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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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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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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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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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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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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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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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.
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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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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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