Thomas Hardy Quotes
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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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Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.
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The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")
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To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
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That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.
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That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.
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Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.
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I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.
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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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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.
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Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
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War makes good history but peace is poor reading.
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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.
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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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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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Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.
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Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.
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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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My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)
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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.