Quotes from Thomas Hardy

Tess was the merest stray phenomenon to Angel Clare as yet—a rosy, warming apparition which had only just acquired the attribute of persistence in his consciousness.

I want somebody to tame me; I am too independent; and you would never be able to, I know.

Ah, want of an object to live for - that's all is the matter with me!

Es muy difícil para una mujer expresar sus sentimientos en un lenguaje que, principalmente, sirve para que los hombres expresen los suyos.

he'd seen a man look a fool a good many times, but never such a fool as that bull looked when he found his pious feelings had been played upon...

Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;

tal vez me interesara saber por qué... por qué sale el sol lo mismo para el bueno que para el malo

Alive enough to have strength to die

Such poor liquor do make a man's throat feel very melancholy--and is a disgrace to the name of stimmilent.

Henery Fray was the first to follow. Then Gabriel arose and went off with Jan Coggan, who had offered him a lodging. A few minutes later, when the remaining ones were on their legs and about to depart, Fray came back again in a hurry. Flourishing his finger ominously he threw a gaze teeming with tidings just where his eye alighted by accident, which happened to be in Joseph Poorgrass's face.

She might have looked her thanks to Gabriel on a minute scale, but she did not speak them.

O no. You should lift Marian! Such a lump. You are like an undulating billow warmed by the sun. And all this fluff of muslin about you is the froth.

That the man and woman were husband and wife, and the parents of the girl in arms there could be little doubt. No other than such relationship would have accounted for the atmosphere of stale familiarity which the trio carried along with them like a nimbus as they moved down the

Was once lost always lost really true of chastity? she

Oak was just thinking that whatever he himself might have suffered from Bathsheba's marriage, here was a man who had suffered more, when Boldwood spoke in a changed voice—that of one who yearned to make a confidence and relieve his heart by an outpouring.

Experience is as to intensity and not as to duration.

When shall the saner softer polities Whereof we dream, have play in each proud land, And patriotism, grown Godlike, scorn to stand Bondslave to realms, but circle earth and seas?

Clare arose in the light of a dawn that was ashy and furtive, as though associated with crime. The fireplace confronted him with its extinct embers; the spread supper-table, whereon stood the two full glasses of untasted wine, now flat and filmy; her vacated seat and his own; the other articles of furniture, with their eternal look of not being able to help it, their intolerable inquiry what was to be done?

The rarest offerings of the purest loves are but a self-indulgence, and no generosity at all. Bathsheba

But since 'tis as 'tis, why, it might have been worse, and I feel my thanks accordingly.

And from a quiet modesty that would have become a vestal, which seemed continually to impress upon him that he had no great claim on the world's room, Oak walked unassumingly and with a faintly perceptible bend, yet distinct from a bowing of the shoulders.

Rays of male vision seem to have a tickling effect upon virgin faces in rural districts;

He might fast and pray during the whole interval, but the human was more powerful in him than the Divine.

While there's life there's hope is a conviction not so entirely unknown to the betrayed as some amiable theorists would have us believe.