Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.
THOMAS HARDYTo 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.
More Thomas Hardy Quotes
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If a path to the better there be, it begins with a full look at the worst.
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It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
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And yet to every bad there is a worse.
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Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which neediness ends, and below the line at which the convenances begin to cramp natural feeling, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough.
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If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
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Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.
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She moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.
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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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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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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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You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.
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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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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind, a dog’s fidelity!
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