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.
Thomas HardyMots clés coldness
A resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.
Thomas HardyMots clés resolutions
I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.
Thomas HardyMots clés life
Stupors, however, do not last forever
Thomas HardyLove is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.
Thomas HardyMots clés lovely-words
Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity
Thomas HardyMots clés love
Misfortune is a fine opiate to personal terror.
Thomas HardyMots clés misfortune
Her companion, also in black, appeared as a well-formed young woman about 18, completely possessed of that ephemeral precious essence youth, which is itself beauty, irrespective of complexion or contour.
Thomas HardyThe pale lunar touches which make beauties of hags lent divinity to this face, already beautiful.
Thomas HardyI leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
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