Thomas Hardy Quotes

Aggressive Fancy working spells Upon a mind o’erwrought.

A local cult, called Christianity.

Why doth IT so and so, and ever so, This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel?

It works unconsciously, as heretofore, Eternal artistries in Circumstance.

Done because we are too menny.

[Of a wedding:] And so, standing before the aforesaid officiator, the two swore that at every other time of their lives till death took them, they would assuredly believe, feel, and desire precisely as they had believed, felt, and desired during the few preceding weeks. What was as remarkable as the undertaking itself was the fact that nobody seemed at all surprised at what they swore.

But nobody did come, because nobody does; and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.

"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals (in Aeschylean phrase) had ended his sport with Tess. And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing. The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained thus a long time, absolutely motionless: the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength, they arose, joined hands again, and went on.

How can I pray for you," she said, "when I am forbidden to believe that the great Power who moves the world would alter His plans on my account?

Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.

Moreover she, and Clare also, stood as yet on the debatable land between predilection and love; where no profundities have been reached; no reflections have set in, awkwardly inquiring, "Whither does this new current tend to carry me? What does it mean to my future? How does it stand towards my past?"

Considering his position he became wonderfully free from the chronic melancholy which is taking hold of the civilized races with the decline of belief in a beneficent Power.

She had no fear of the shadows; her sole idea seemed to be to shun mankind — or rather that cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.

'Twas a little one-eyed, blinking sort o' place.

All that blooth means heavy autumn work for him and his hands.