Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy, OMwas an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, especially William Wordsworth. Charles Dickens was another important influence. Like Dickens, he was highly critical of much in Victorian society, though Hardy focused more on a declining rural society...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 June 1840
crush errors wish
Somebody might have come along that way who would have asked him his trouble, and might have cheered him by saying that his notions were further advanced than those of his grammarian. But nobody did come, because nobody does; and under the crushing recognition of his gigantic error Jude continued to wish himself out of the world.
light black earth
Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.
doe
But no one came. Because no one ever does.
cells littles noise
That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the center of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you had felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering, he perceived. All around you there seemed to be something glaring, garish, rattling, and the noises and glares hit upon the little cell called your life, and shook it, and warped it.
stories moral parables
If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?
queens kings men
Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.
passion hands fancy
She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.
done
Done because we are too many.
curves nerves ease
Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.
years office decision
The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.
poetry world might
If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.
family flesh faces
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.
kings royalty aspect
Aspect are within us, and who seems most kingly is king.
moral argument poet
Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.