S.R. Hardy Quotes
By experience", says Roger Ascham, "we find out a short way by a long wandering." Not seldom that long wandering unfits us for further travel, and of what use is our experience to us then?
Do you know that I have undergone three quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?
That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so non formidable, even pitiable, in its units.
Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.
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.
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.
Men thin away to insignificance and oblivion quite as often by not making the most of good spirits when they have them as by lacking good spirits when they are indispensable.
There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.
I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, 'Would God it came to passMy heart had shrunk as thin!
Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
You ever had a hickey? I want to give you a hickey.""Karl, we're not fourteen!""Don't bloody care. I was in love with you when I was fourteen -- your neck owes me a hickey."(Karl & Elena)
And no child deserved to die for defending her father, no matter who she was
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.
Gabriel Oak: "It's time for you to fight your own battles... and win them too.
We might not get to choose who we’re born as or where we come from, but only you can decide what becomes of you.
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.
When a strong woman recklessly throws away her strength she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.
A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than their, it is because they are made with ideas.
A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of poems. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.
And then he again uneasily saw, as he had latterly seen with more and more frequency, the scorn of Nature for man’s finer emotions, and her lack of interest in his aspirations.
Til death do us part....The words wrap around my mind like soft, silk binds, and I cherish the imagery. Eternity can only be with this man – there will never be another who knows me so well.
It is the effect of marriage to engender in several directions some of the reserve it annihilates in one.
That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.
Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.
...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.
...there was alienation in the standing consciousness that his squareness would not fit the round hole that had been prepared for him.
I would not bend.They could not make me Pliable.My mind was strong.My mind was mine.
She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.
I think that whenever children be born that are not wanted they should be killed directly, before their souls come to 'em, and not allowed to grow big and walk about!
He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.
He was moderately truthful towards men, but to women lied like a Cretan-a system of ethics above all others calculated to win popularity at the first flush of admission into lively society.
One of the greatest lies ever told is that there’s no power in vulnerability.
One thing I’ve learnt about humans: you can’t judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.
Real choices – the ones that changed you and shaped you – were never made with the head, but on the beat of a heart that saw a future it couldn't live without.
He thought he’d lived through everything. Only now did he realise he’d merely existed.
Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.
We must be careful with our words – we’re like superheroes and words are like our super powers. Super powers should always be used to help others…
We were immortal, did you know that? Did you feel it like me? We had the world at our feet and we were going to live forever. Then came life – growing inside you – and I became mortal.
