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 d...
That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.
Some folk want their luck buttered.
You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness. Marriage transforms a distraction into a support, the power of which should be, and happily often is, in direct proportion to the degree of imbecilit...
It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.
I was born bad, and I have lived bad, and I shall die bad in all probability.
A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
Aspects are within us and who seems most kingly is king.
Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
Jude leaped out of arm's reach, and walked along the trackway weeping--not from the pain, though that was keen enough; not from the perception of the flaw in the terrestrial scheme, by which what was...
You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.
To find themselves utterly alone at night where company is desirable and expected makes some people fearful; but a case more trying by far to the nerves is to discover some mysterious companionship wh...
To be conscious that the end of a dream is approaching, and yet has not absolutely come, is one of the most wearisome as well as the most curious stages along the course between the beginning of a pas...
Stupors, however, do not last forever
Some folks want their luck buttered.
So that, whatever the stars were made for, they were not made to please our eyes. It is just the same in everything; nothing is made for man.
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...
Persons with any weight of character carry, like planets, their atmospheres along with them in their orbits.