If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
THOMAS HARDYIs a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Women accept their destiny more readily than men.
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We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
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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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Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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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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The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.
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That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
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But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.
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When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
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Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
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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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