857 Quotes by Thomas Hardy

Half an hour afterwards Dick emerged from the inn, and if Fancy's lips had been real cherries, probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained.

He read whenever he could as he walked to and from his work.

I hate to be what is called a clever girl—there are too many of that sort now!

An average woman is in this superior to an average man—that she never instigates, only responds.

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! she is so constant and so kind

Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.

I have sometimes thought--that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know!

you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.

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