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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.
Thomas Hardy
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Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'.
Thomas Hardy
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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.
Thomas Hardy
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Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Thomas Hardy
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But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.
Thomas Hardy
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The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")
Thomas Hardy
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This good fellowship - camaraderie - usually occurring through the similarity of pursuits is unfortunately seldom super-added to love between the sexes, because men and women associate, not in their labors but in their pleasures merely. Where, however, happy circumstances permit its development, the compounded feeling proves itself to be the only love which is strong as death - that love which many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, besides which the passion usually called by the name is as evanescent as steam.
Thomas Hardy
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Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.
Thomas Hardy
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The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.
Thomas Hardy
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Nobody had beheld the gravitation of the two into one.
Thomas Hardy
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...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes.
Thomas Hardy
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The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.
Thomas Hardy
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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!
Thomas Hardy
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I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!
Thomas Hardy
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War makes good history but peace is poor reading.
Thomas Hardy
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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!
Thomas Hardy
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I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.
Thomas Hardy
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In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving.
Thomas Hardy
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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.
Thomas Hardy
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Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?
Thomas Hardy
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Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds.
Thomas Hardy
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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.
Thomas Hardy
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The social mould civilization fits us into have no more relation to our actual shapes than the conventional shapes of the constellations have to the real star-patterns. I am called Mrs. Richard Phillotson, living a calm wedded life with my counterpart of that name. But I am not really Mrs. Richard Phillotson, but a woman tossed about, all alone, with aberrant passions, and unaccountable antipathies.
Thomas Hardy
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You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.
Thomas Hardy
