Always wanting another man than your own.

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

Her 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 her—doubt, 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.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.