She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than tho… - Thomas Hardy

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would had disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there

Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds

"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."

Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.