Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
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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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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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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Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
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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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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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That man’s silence is wonderful to listen to.
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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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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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It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.
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Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
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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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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 colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
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You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.
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It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.
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