Always wanting another man than your own.

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.

That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so non formidable, even pitiable, in its units.

- the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!