That’s my fist.” Here he placed his fist, rather smaller in size than a common loaf, in the mathematical centre of the maltster’s little table, and with it gave a bump or two thereon, as if to ensure that their eyes all thoroughly took in the idea of fistiness before he went further.

— Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy Quotes

Why can’t we agree to free each other? We made the.

— Thomas Hardy

But mind this, I don’t wish ‘ee to feel you owe me anything. Not I. What I do, I do. Sometimes I say I should be as glad as a bird to leave the place – for don’t suppose I’m content to be a nobody. I was made for better things.

— Thomas Hardy

You know what that feeling is,” continued Boldwood, deliberately. “A thing strong as death. No dismissal by a hasty letter affects that.

— Thomas Hardy

Here and everywhere be folk dying before their time like frosted leaves, though wanted by their families, the country, and the world; while I, an outcast, an encumberer of the ground, wanted by nobody, and despised by all, live on against my will!

— Thomas Hardy

There is a certain degree and tone of light which tends to disturb the equilibrium of the senses, and to promote dangerously the tenderer moods; added to movement, it drives the emotions to rankness, the reason becoming sleepy and unperceiving in inverse proportion; and this light fell now upon these two from the disc of the moon. All the dancing girls felt the symptoms, but Eustacia most of all.

— Thomas Hardy

To be yearning for the difficult, to be weary of the offered: to care for the remote, to dislike the near: it was Wildeve’s nature always. This is the true mark of the man of sentiment.

— Thomas Hardy

I see your face in every scene of my dreams, and I hear your voice in every sound. I wish I did not. It is too much what I feel. They say such love never lasts.

— Thomas Hardy

They could scarcely feel as a loss what they had never expected to have.

— Thomas Hardy

The season developed and matured. Another year’s instalment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemeral creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles.

— Thomas Hardy

O, if any man wants to make himself immortal by painting a picture of wretchedness, let him come here!

— Thomas Hardy

Intensity was more usually reached by way of the solemn than by way of the brilliant, and such a sort of intensity was often arrived at during.

— Thomas Hardy

Her supreme indifference added fuel to Manston’s ardour – it completely disarmed his pride. The invulnerable Nobody seemed greater to him than a susceptible Princess.

— Thomas Hardy

She thought, without exactly wording the thought, how strange and godlike was a composer’s power, who from the grave could lead through sequences of emotion, which he alone had felt at first, a girl like her who had never heard of his name, and never would have a clue to his personality.

— Thomas Hardy

People already feel that a man who lives without disturbing a curve of feature, or setting a mark of mental concern anywhere upon himself, is too far removed from modern perceptiveness to be a modern type. Physically beautiful men – the glory of the race when it was young – are almost an anachronism now; and we may wonder whether, at some time or other, physically beautiful women may not be an anachronism likewise.

— Thomas Hardy

The greater the sinner the greater the saint; it was not necessary to dive far into Christian history to discover that.

— Thomas Hardy

The creeping plants about the old manor-house were bowed with rows of heavy water drops, which had upon objects behind them the effect of minute lenses of high magnifying power.

— Thomas Hardy

There was something of the habitude of the wild animal in the unreflecting instinct with which she rambled on – disconnecting herself by littles from her eventful past at every step, obliterating her identity.

— Thomas Hardy

However, we are very apt to think extremes of people. I shouldn’t wonder after all if it wasn’t a little of both – just between the two – rather cruelly used and rather reserved.

— Thomas Hardy

Wisdom lies in moderating mere impressions.

— Thomas Hardy

Boldwood always carried with him a social atmosphere of his own, which everybody felt who came near him; and the talk, which Bathsheba’s presence had somewhat suppressed, was now totally suspended.

— Thomas Hardy
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