Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.
THOMAS HARDYMy eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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The perfect woman, you see [is] a working-woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who [uses] her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others.
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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 business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.
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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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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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I wish I had never been born–there or anywhere else.
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That man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.
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Some folk want their luck buttered.
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My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a feeble executant than in the high execution of a feeble thinker.
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Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
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