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
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Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?
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Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?
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O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
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Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks…
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My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
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Bless thy simplicity, Tess
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A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
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Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.
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Indeed, he seemed to approach the grave as a hyperbolic curve approaches a straight line -- less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all.
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Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
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Once victim, always victim -- that's the law!
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I need not go / Through sleet and snow / To where I know / She waits for me: / She will tarry there / Till I find it fair, / And have time to spare / From company.
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Smile out; but still suffer: / The paths of love are rougher / Than thoroughfares of stones.
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What of the faith and fire within us / Men who march away / Ere the barncocks say / Night is growing gray, / Leaving all that here can win us?