He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
JOHN GALSWORTHYA snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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