” ‘You don’t live anywhere. You are extinct-as a country family.'” (Hardy 3)
” ‘Never you mind the place, boy, that’s not the question before us. Under the church of that there parish lie my ancestors – hundreds of ’em – in coats of mail and jewels, in gr’t lead coffins weighing tons and tons. There’s not a man in the county o’ South Wessex that’s got grander and nobler skillentons in his family than I.'” (Hardy 5)
” ‘Tis all my doing – all mine!’ the girl cried, gazing at the spectacle. ‘No excuse for me – none. What will Mother and Father live on now? Aby, Aby!” She shook the child, who had slept soundly through the whole disaster. ‘We can’t go on with our load – Prince is killed!” (Hardy 28)
” ‘No,’ said he stoically, “I won’t sell his old body. When we d’Urbervilles was knights in the land, we didn’t sell our chargers for cat’s meat. Let ’em keep their shillings! He’ve served me well in his lifetime, and I won’t part from him now.” (Hardy 29)
“When d’Urberville got back to the tent, he sat down astride on a chair, reflecting, with a pleased gleam in his face. Then he broke into a loud laugh. ‘Well, I’m damned! What a funny thing! Ha-ha-ha! And what a crumby girl!” (Hardy 39)
“On one point she was resolved: there should be no more d’Urberville air-castles in the dreams and deeds of her new life. She would be the dairymaid Tess, and nothing more.” (Hardy 100)
” ‘And yet – ‘ He looked vacantly at her, to resume with dazed senses: ‘Why didn’t you tell me before? Ah, yes, you would have told me, in a way – but I hindered you, I remember!'” (Hardy 229)
“Oh why have you treated me so monstrously, Angel! I do not deserve it. I have thought it all over carefully, and I can never, never forgive you! You know that I did not intend to wrong you – why have you so wronged me? You are cruel, cruel indeed! I will try to forget you. It is all injustice I have received at your hands!” (Hardy 363)
“Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more” (Hardy 363).
“In memory of John Durbeyfield, rightly d’Uberville, of the once powerful family of that Name, and Direct Descendant through an Illustrious Line from Sir Pagan d’Urberville, on of the Knights of the Conqueror. Died March 10th, 18-. How the mighty fallen” (Hardy 380).
” ‘I have done it – I don’t know how,’ she continued. “Still, I owed it to you and to myself, Angel. I feared long ago, when I struck him on the mouth with my glove, that I might do it some day for the trap he set for me in my simple youth and his wrong to you through me. He has come between us and ruined us, and now he can never do it any more. I never loved him at all, Angel, as I loved you'” (Hardy 392).