It was a fatal omission of Boldwood's that he had never once told her she was beautiful. - Thomas Hardy

So that, whatever the stars were made for, they were not made to please our eyes. It is just the same in everything; nothing is made for man.

Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.

It was the week after Easter holidays, and he was journeying along with Smart the mare and the light spring-cart, watching the damp slopes of the hill-sides as they steamed in the warmth of the sun, which at this unsettled season shone on the grass with the freshness of an occasional inspector rather than as an accustomed proprietor.