Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel. Thomas Hardy More Quotes by Thomas Hardy More Quotes From Thomas Hardy He wished she knew his impressions; but he would as soon have thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibilities of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he remained silent. Thomas Hardy silent language feelings Many...have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king. Thomas Hardy dramatic-life kings life-is The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they? -that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,-'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand further away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me! Thomas Hardy eye rivers numbers Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband. Thomas Hardy husband mind mean You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet! Thomas Hardy suffering dream heaven Men thin away to insignificance and oblivion quite as often by not making the most of good spirits when they have them as by lacking good spirits when they are indispensable. Thomas Hardy oblivion spirit men What is it, Angel?" she said, starting up. "Have they come for me?" "Yes, dearest," he said. "They have come." "It is as it should be," she murmured. "Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!" She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved. "I am ready," she said quietly. Thomas Hardy starting-up angel men You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you. Thomas Hardy That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King. Thomas Hardy royalty aspect kings I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on. Thomas Hardy family flesh faces A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly. Thomas Hardy ugly age beautiful The defective can be more than the entire. Thomas Hardy defective whole Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. Thomas Hardy passion pain grief Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it. Thomas Hardy giving mean enemy There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child. Thomas Hardy winter morning children Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them. Thomas Hardy argument moral poet Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me! Thomas Hardy chance helping way I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger. Thomas Hardy stronger belief want She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought. Thomas Hardy passing structure passion ...he seemed to approach the grave as an hyperbolic curve approaches a line, less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all. Thomas Hardy curves lines math
