O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting out of love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as a short cut that way, but it has been known to fail.

All romances end at marriage.

It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness,

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?

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

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

If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

Do you know that I have undergone three quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?

A resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small.

Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.

It appears that ordinary men take wives because possession is not possible without marriage, and that ordinary women accept husbands because marriage is not possible without possession

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

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!

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, feared at tea-parties, hated in shops, and loved at crises.

So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....

Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.

I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only - only - don't make it more than I can bear!

My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.

You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.

Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store?

Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail...

But no one came. Because no one ever does.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak

I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.

The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among things done, but among things willed.

A man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.

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.

Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.

Beauty lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?