O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!
Thomas HardyIf an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.
Thomas HardyHer affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch herโdoubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.
Thomas Hardy