The most vigorous expression of a resolution does not always coincide with the greatest vigour of the resolution itself. It is often flung out as a sort of prop to support a decaying conviction which,...
The Man He KilledHad he and I but met By some old ancient inn,We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me, And...
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!
O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness,
I think astronomy is a bad study for you. It makes you feel human insignificance too plainly.
I forgot the defective can be more than the whole
Her companion, also in black, appeared as a well-formed young woman about 18, completely possessed of that ephemeral precious essence youth, which is itself beauty, irrespective of complexion or conto...
He wished she knew his impressions, but he would as soon as thought of carrying an odour in a net as of attempting to convey the intangibles of his feeling in the coarse meshes of language. So he rema...
He is a sort of steady man in a wild way, you know. That's better than to be as some are, wild in a steady way. I am afraid that's how I am.
Do you know that I have undergone three quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?
Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak
Love lives on propinquity but dies on contact.
Experience is as to intensity and not as to duration.
Ah, dear Jude; that's because you are like a totally deaf manobserving people listening to music. You say 'What are theyregarding? Nothing is there.' But something is.
As for his look, it was a natural cheerfulness striving against depression without, and not quite succeeding. The look suggested issolation, but it revealed something more. As Usual with bright nature...
It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.
You temptress,Tess; you dear damned witch of Babylon- I could not resist you as soon as I met you again.
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!