Casterbridge Quotes & Sayings

Her suspense was terrible. — Thomas Hardy

Patience and time do more than strength or passion. — Jean De La Fontaine

Fancies find room in the strongest minds. Here, in a churchyard old as civilization, in the worst of weathers, was a strange woman of curious fascinations never seen elsewhere: there might be some devilry about her presence. — Thomas Hardy

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. — Thomas Hardy

Yet her experience had consisted less in a series of pure disappointments than in a series of substitutions. Continually it had happened that what she had desired had not been granted her, and that what had been granted her she had not desired. So she viewed with an approach to equanimity the now cancelled days when Donald had been her undeclared lover, and wondered what unwished-for thing Heaven might send her in place of him. — Thomas Hardy

That's my life. But I don't glorify violence, and I hate jail. The rap game saved me, man: I've got three children, and I wouldn't even think of putting my hand in somebody's pocket or doing something stupid now. — Black Rob

Screw that, the questionn at hand is what's your major?" Oded said. "Because let me tell you right now, any answer other than World of Warcraft or Advanced Ninja Studies will not be accepted. — Rachel Caine

Eyeing her as a critic eyes a doubtful painting. — Thomas Hardy

Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination. — Catherine George

The Scotchman seemed hardly the same Farfrae who had danced with her, and walked with her, in a delicate poise between love and friendship - that period in the history of a love when alone it can be said to be unalloyed with pain. — Thomas Hardy

I sort of half read Thomas Hardy's 'The Mayor of Casterbridge.' It was assigned in 10th grade, and I just couldn't get into it. About seven years later, I rediscovered Hardy and consumed four of his novels in a row. — Suzanne Collins

Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge. — John Irving

I try not to take for granted how lucky we are to have life and breath and opportunity. Once we've got that, we can conquer anything. — Debbi Fields

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. — Thomas Hardy

And all this while the subtle-souled girl asking herself why she was born, why sitting in a room, and blinking at the candle; why things around her had taken the shape they wore in preference to every other possible shape. — Thomas Hardy

He had one of those typical piece of shit days. The grind always. At least this time he had the guys to stay away from the bar and not drive home to the wife and kid drunk. He got home and immediately everything pissed him off. Sometimes the way his wife looked at him made him want to kill himself. The way she all of a sudden appeared like a total stranger. The vacancy in her eyes, it was bad. He took his son's favourite plastic mug, the one with the picture of Magic Johnson, and threw it into the trash. He felt better but not much. — Henry Rollins

The more knowledge (of deen) you have the more humble you should be. Instead you are becoming judgemental. — Nouman Ali Khan

The curious double strands in Farfrae's thread of life - the commercial and the romantic - were very distinct at times. Like the colours in a variegated cord those contrasts could be seen intertwisted, yet not mingling. — Thomas Hardy

When we come across a natural style, we are surprised and delighted; for we expected an author, and we
find a man. — Blaise Pascal

I searched until I panted for breath, but could not find it. The solid stone structure was nowhere to be seen. The house was gone - and Merlin with it. — Stephen R. Lawhead

Art attests to what is inhuman in man. — Alain Badiou

But there were certain early days in Casterbridge- days of firmamental exhaustion which followed angry south-westerly tempests-when, if the sun shone, the air was like velvet. — Thomas Hardy

God did not create us to abandon us. — Irving Stone