Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
THOMAS HARDYTeach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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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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People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s pleasure with a life’s discomfort.
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We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.
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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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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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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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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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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.
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
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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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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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