You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet! — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“He grew away from old associations, and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“She was in a sound sleep, Jude, dying of anxiety lest she should have caught a chill which might permanently injure her, was glad… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“It was mid-May time, bringing with it weather not, perhaps, quite so blooming as that assumed to be natural to the month by the… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone. — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length. — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“I was court-martialed in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.” — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“It being the first time in his life that he had touched female fingers under water, Dick duly registered the sensation as rather a… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“As soon as she could discern the outline of the house, it had all its old effect upon Tess's imagination. Part of her body… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
