Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
THOMAS HARDYThe sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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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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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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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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The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
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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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If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
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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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Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.
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Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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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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The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
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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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