S.R. Hardy Quotes
She seemed to be occupied with of inner chamber of ideas and to have slight need for visible objects.
Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.
It certainly is a puzzle.” He turned back to the broken road. “But sometimes to find the answer, you have to take a leap of faith.
It was part of his nature to extenuate nothing and live on as one of his own worst accusers.
Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.
You take care of family first, friends second, and neighbors when you can.
Altogether he was one in whom no man would have seen anything to admire, and in whom no woman would have seen anything to dislike.
He pulled out a dagger from ... she wasn't sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there? (Amy's thoughts, The Witching Pen)
Then, things get hard, because once you know magic exists, you have to decide whether to be the bystander, or the magician … and we were all born to be magicians.
But you are too lovely even to care to be kind as others are.
The purpose of a chronicler of moods and deeds does not require him to express his personal views upon the grave controversy above given.
She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.
He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes ‘love’.
It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting outof love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as ashort cut that way, but it has been known to fail.
She had the hard, half-apathetic expression of one who deems anything possible at the hands of time and chance, except perhaps fair play
Many besides Angel have learnt that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements but as to their subjective experiences.
by confusing life with play-acting and play-acting with life, one may perhaps construct a tolerable moral world from shattered fragments of the past
It may be our actions that define us, but it is our reaction that changes the course of things.
An average woman is in this superior to an average man—that she never instigates, only responds.
She tried to argue, and tell him that he had mixed in his dull brain two matters, theology and morals, which in the primitive days of mankind had been quite distinct.
Don’t be sorry for the truth. A harsh truth is less damaging than a tender lie, and the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.
We discern a grand force in the lover which he lacks whilst a free man, but there is a breadth of vision in the free man which in the lover we vainly seek.
If she had not been imprudence incarnate, she would not have acted as she did when she met Henchard by accident a day or two later.
Idiosyncrasy and vicissitude had combined to stamp Sergeant Troy as an exceptional being.
...you’d be amazed at the grand tales the human brain will throw up to make sense of something nonsensical.
Like enthusiasts in general, he made no inquiries into details of procedure.
being a harp which the least wind of emotion from another’s heart could make to vibrate as readily as a radical stir in her own.
I have sometimes thought--that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know!
We have choice, ” she insisted. “This is it. We don’t get to choose our choices, Gwain, we just get to make the ones we’re given...
Endings bring new beginnings. Love has many truths. And knights come in all colours.
She looked at him for an age, and he read nothing short of love on her face. It warmed him to the core he'd thought dead, and scared the crap out of him.
God, no. I don’t want to tame her, I want to watch her. I just want to watch her be herself – it turns me on like nothing else.
You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
I don't know what we're doing here – you and me … I don't know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn't have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.
If he could only prevent himself growing up! He did not want to be a man.
She had been too early habituated to anxious reasoning to drop the habit suddenly.
Though when at home their countenances varied with the seasons, their market faces all the year round were glowing little fires.
