It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
THOMAS HARDYThere’s a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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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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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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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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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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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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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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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.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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 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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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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