Thomas Hardy Quotes - Page 28 | Just Great DataBase

O merciful God, have pity; have pity upon my poor baby!" she cried. "Heap as much anger as you want to upon me, and welcome; but pity the child!

...the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving.

her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

¿Por qué no me dijiste que se corría peligro entre los hombres? ¿Por qué no me previniste? Algunas señoras saben defenderse porque leen novelas que les hablan de estas cosas, pero yo nunca tuve ocasión de aprender de ese modo y tú no me lo enseñaste.

Having begun to love you, I love you for ever - in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself.

Joan Durbeyfield always manged to find consolation somewhere: 'Well, as one of the genuine stock, she ought to make her way with 'en, if she plays her trump car aright. And if he don't marry her afore he will after. For that he's all afire wi' love for her any eye can see.' 'What's her trump card? Her d'Urberville blood, you mean?' 'No, stupid; her face - as 'twas mine.

(...) so that I could only be near you, and get glimpses of you, and think of you as mine.

The luminary was a golden-haired, beaming, mild-eyed, God-like creature, gazing down in the vigour and intentness of youth upon an earth that was brimming with interest for him.

finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember that your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'.

Tess was the merest stray phenomenon to Angel Clare as yet—a rosy, warming apparition which had only just acquired the attribute of persistence in his consciousness.

Se recostó contra las colmenas, y levantando al cielo la cara, hizo algunas observaciones a propósito de las estrellas, cuyas frías pulsaciones palpitaban en las negras oquedades de allá arriba, llenas de serena indiferencia respecto a aquellas dos briznas de humanidad.

Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;

O no. You should lift Marian! Such a lump. You are like an undulating billow warmed by the sun. And all this fluff of muslin about you is the froth.

Was once lost always lost really true of chastity? she

She dismissed the past – trod upon it and put it out, as one treads on a coal that is smouldering and dangerous.

Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold?Why do you... keep tantalizing me" -Angel

She had been made to break an accepted social law, but no law known to the environment in which she fancied herself such an anomaly.

And there was revived in her the wretched sentiment which had often come to her before, that in inhabiting the fleshly tabernacle with which Nature had endowed her she was somehow doing wrong.

And as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, at least some remote and distant hope which, though perhaps starving to nothing, still lived on, as hopes will. They were all cheerful, and many of them merry.

Po tuo išoriniu kevalu - į jį pašalinis žmogus tik prabėgomis žvilgtertų kaip į nereikšmingą, tiesiog negyvą daiktą - slėpėsi pilna gyvybės siela, kuri, dar jauna būdama, skaudžiai patyrė, kokia menka yra materialinių gėrybių vertė, kokie žiaurūs žmogaus geiduliai ir kokia nepastovi meilė.