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“If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.”
Thomas Hardy
“I hate to be what is called a clever girl--there are too many of that sort now!”
Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
“Misfortune is a fine opiate to personal terror.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.”
Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
“She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousnesss that love was encircling her like a perfume.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“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, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
tags: fate, love
“Under the trees several pheasants lay about, their rich plumage dabbled with blood; some were dead, some feebly twitching a wing, some staring up at the sky, some pulsating quickly, some contorted, some stretched out—all of them writhing in agony except the fortunate ones whose tortures had ended during the night by the inability of nature to bear more. With the impulse of a soul who could feel for kindred sufferers as much as for herself, Tess’s first thought was to put the still living birds out of their torture, and to this end with her own hands she broke the necks of as many as she could find, leaving them to lie where she had found them till the gamekeepers should come, as they probably would come, to look for them a second time. “Poor darlings—to suppose myself the most miserable being on earth in the sight o’ such misery as yours!” she exclaimed, her tears running down as she killed the birds tenderly.”
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“There is always an inertia to be overcome in striking out a new line of conduct – not more in ourselves, it seems, than in circumscribing events, which appear as if leagued together to allow no novelties in the way of amelioration.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which make not quite a model woman. Had it been possible for the earth and mankind to be entirely in her grasp for a while, she had handled the distaff, the spindle, and the shears at her own free will, few in the world would have noticed the change of government. There would have been the same inequality of lot, the same heaping up of favors here, of contumely there, the same generosity before justice, the same perpetual dilemmas, the same captious alteration of caresses and blows that we endure now.”
Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native
“How I have tried and tried to be a splendid woman, and how destiny has been against me! ...I do not deserve my lot! ...O, the cruelty of putting me into this ill-conceived world! I was capable of much; but I have been injured and blighted and crushed by things beyond my control! O, how hard it is of Heaven to devise such tortures for me, who have done no harm to heaven at all!”
Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native
“Clare could bear this no longer. His eyes were full of tears, which seemed like drops of molten lead. He bade a quick good-night to these sincere and simple souls whom he loved so well; who knew neither the world, the flesh, or the devil in their own hearts; only as something vague and external to themselves. He went to his own chamber.
His mother followed him, and tapped at his door. Clare opened it to discover her standing without, with anxious eyes.
"Angel," she asked, "is there something wrong that you must go away so soon? I am quite certain you are not yourself."
"I am not, quite, mother," said he.
"About her? Now, my son, I know it is that--I know it is about her! Have you quarreled in these three weeks?"
"We have not exactly quarreled," he said. "But we have had a difference--"
"Angel--is she a young woman whose history will bear investigation?"
With a mother's instinct Mrs. Clare had put her finger on the kind of trouble that would cause such a disquiet as seemed to agitate her son.
"She is spotless!" he replied; and he felt that if it had sent him to eternal hell there and then he would have told that lie. ”
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“You simply mean that you flirted outrageously with him, poor old chap, and then repented, and to make reparation, married him, though you tortured yourself to death by doing it.”
Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
“you dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom--hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!”
Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
“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.”
Thomas Hardy
“By experience", says Roger Ascham, "we find out a short way by a long wandering." Not seldom that long wandering unfits us for further travel, and of what use is our experience to us then?”
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")”
Thomas Hardy, The Complete Poems
“O, how I wish I had never seen him! Loving is misery for women always.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“She had the hard, half-apathetic expression of one who deems anything possible at the hands of time and chance, except perhaps fair play”
Thomas Hardy, The Mayor of Casterbridge
“...Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!'
'For how long?'
'O - ever so long. Days and days.'
'Days and days! Only days and days? O, the heart of a man! Days and days!'
'But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two. It was not a full-blown love - it was the merest bud - red, fresh, vivid, but small. It was a colossal passion in embryo. It never returned.”
Thomas Hardy, The Woodlanders
“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.”
Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native
“He waited day after day, saying that it was perfectly absurd to expect, yet expecting.”
Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
“Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“So many people make a name nowadays, that it is more distinguished to remain in obscurity.”
Thomas Hardy, A Pair of Blue Eyes
“Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.”
Thomas Hardy, The Return of the Native
tags: love
“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.”
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“I. At Tea

THE kettle descants in a cosy drone,
And the young wife looks in her husband's face,
And then in her guest's, and shows in her own
Her sense that she fills an envied place;
And the visiting lady is all abloom,
And says there was never so sweet a room.
And the happy young housewife does not know
That the woman beside her was his first choice,
Till the fates ordained it could not be so....
Betraying nothing in look or voice
The guest sits smiling and sips her tea,
And he throws her a stray glance yearningly.”
Thomas Hardy, Satires of Circumstances: Lyrics and Reveries with Miscellaneous Pieces
tags: tea
“Three Leahs to get to One Rachel.”
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“Oak had nothing finished and ready to say as yet, and not being able to frame love phrases which end where they begin; passionate tales——Full of sound and fury
—signifying nothing—he said no word at all.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd
“If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?”
Thomas Hardy, Under the Greenwood Tree
“The real sin ma'am, in my mind lies in thinking of ever wedding with a man you don't love honest and true.”
Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd


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