So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.
THOMAS HARDYThere are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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You, 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!
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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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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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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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A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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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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The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
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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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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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