Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy, OMwas an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, especially William Wordsworth. Charles Dickens was another important influence. Like Dickens, he was highly critical of much in Victorian society, though Hardy focused more on a declining rural society...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 June 1840
aims earth enjoy forth less loveliness might
Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might Which fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight.
love paths smile
Smile out; but still suffer: / The paths of love are rougher / Than thoroughfares of stones.
devotion english-novelist lover
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Circumspection and devotion are a contradiction in terms.
love heart discretion
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
secret lovers advent
When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.
love nature light
Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.
loneliness desire-love long
To be loved to madness--such was her great desire. Love was to her the one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than for any particular lover.
suits lovers sin
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
love-is weakness
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.
love-you long wanting-you
I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.
heart peace-with-god loss-of-a-loved-one
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
love-you heart flames
You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!
clear common remarkably seemed sky stars
The sky was clear -- remarkably clear -- and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
buds drew forth invisible jets lifted opened rays sap stretched sucked sunrise
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.