There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be—knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know. She thought every lin...
She looked towards the western sky, which was now aglow like some vast foundry wherein new worlds were cast
In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
Bygones would never be complete bygones till she was a bygone herself.
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.
Yes quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met where any bar is, or help to half-a-crown.
Cruelty is the law pervading all nature and society and we can't get out of it if we would.
You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.
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 sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah!...
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...
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most veni...
She's brim full of poetry - actualized poetry, if I may use the expression. She lives what paper-poets only write...
She was yawning, and he saw the red interior of her mouth as if it had been a snake’s. She had stretched one arm so high above her coiled-up cable of hair that he could see its satin delicacy above th...
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...
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
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.