Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that’s saying a good deal.

Sometimes a woman’s love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn’t...

I. At TeaTHE kettle descants in a cosy drone,And the young wife looks in her husband’s face,And then in her guest’s, and shows in her ownHer sense that she fills an envied place;And the visiting...

Let truth be told – women do as a rule live through such humiliations, and regain their spirits, and again look about them with an interested eye. While there’s life there’s hope is a connviction...

Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of...

This good-fellowship—camaraderie—usually occurring through similarity of pursuits, is unfortunately seldom superadded to love between the sexes, because men and women associate, not in their labours, but in their pleasures merely.

The people who had turned their heads turned them again as the service proceeded; and at last observing her they whispered to each other. She knew what their whispers were about, grew sick at heart,...

Tess Durbeyfield, in quell’epoca della sua vita, era solo un recipiente di emozioni non ancora colorite dall’esperienza

Better to choose a limit capriciously than to have none.

Such women as you a hundred men always convet – your eyes will only bewitch scores on scores into the unvailing fancy for you – you can only marry one of that many. Out of...

Many besides Angel have learnt that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements but as to their subjective experiences.

…our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

What a grand revenge you have taken! I saw you innocent, and I deceived you. Four years after, you find me a Christian enthusiast; you then work upon me, perhaps to my complete perdition! But...

Cultivate the art of renunciation.

Always wanting another man than your own.

you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.

There were a few middle-aged and even elderly women in the train, their silver-wiry hair and wrinkled faces, scourged by time and trouble, having almost a grotesque, certainly a pathetic, appearance in such a jaunty...

My weakness has always been to prefer the large intention of an unskilful artist to the trivial intention of an accomplished one: in other words, I am more interested in the high ideas of a...

…there was alienation in the standing consciousness that his squareness would not fit the round hole that had been prepared for him.

It was part of his nature to extenuate nothing and live on as one of his own worst accusers.

She had learned the lesson of renunciation and was as familiar with the wreck of each day’s wishes as with the diurnal setting of the sun.

Was once lost always lost really true of chastity?

To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world is almost a palpable movement. To enjoy the epic form of that gratification it is necessary...

Such a women as you a hundred men always convet – your eyes will bewitch scores on scores into an unvailing fancy for you – you can only marry one of that many…The rest may...

Experience is as to intensity and not as to duration.

Though when at home their countenances varied with the seasons, their market faces all the year round were glowing little fires.

WEATHERSThis is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at ‘The Traveller’s...

There is always an inertia to be overcome in striking out a new line of conduct – not more in ourselves, it seems, than in circumscribing events, which appear as if leagued together to allow...

We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which...

The atmosphere beneath is languorous, and is so tinged with azure that what artists call the middle distance partakes also of that hue, while the horizon beyond is of the deepest ultramarine.

A novel is an impression, not an argument; and there the matter must rest.

I don’t want to see landscapes, i.e. scenic paintings of them, because I don’t want to see the original realities – as optical effects that is. I want to see the deeper reality underlying the...

The purpose of a chronicler of moods and deeds does not require him to express his personal views upon the grave controversy above given.

Fundamental belief consoled him for superficial irony.

I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see,As if rapt in my inditing, The moon’s full gaze on me.

How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal about it; all was real vitality, real warmth, real incarnation. And it was in her mouth that this culminated. Eyes almost as...

But you will never realize that an incident which filled but a degree in the circle of your thoughts covered the whole circumference of mine. No person can see exactly what and where another’s horizon...

Idiosyncrasy and vicissitude had combined to stamp Sergeant Troy as an exceptional being.

You don’t talk quite like a girl who has had no advantages.

You ride well, but you don’t kiss nicely at all.

She seemed to be occupied with of inner chamber of ideas and to have slight need for visible objects.

I have sometimes thought–that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know!

She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly – the thought of the world’s concern at her situation – was founded on an illusion. She was not an existence, an experience,...

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

Done because we are too many.

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.

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...

Finding this, she was much perplexed as to Henchard’s motives in opening the matter at all; for in such cases we attribute to an enemy a power of consistent action which we never find in...