Butterfly

“A man's body is as the shell, or the tablet, of his soul, as he is reserved or ingenuous, overflowing or self-contained.”
― Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

“Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds”
― Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

“The vast difference between starting a train of events, and directing into a particular groove a series already started, is rarely apparent to the person confounded by the issue.”
― Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

“To be lectured because the lecturer saw her in the cold morning light of open-shuttered disillusion was exasperating.”
― Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd