O, you have torn my life all to pieces… made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
THOMAS HARDYThe main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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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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Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
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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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Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
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I may do some good before I am dead–be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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That man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.
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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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It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting out of love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as a short cut that way, but it has been known to fail.
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It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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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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