Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
JOHN GALSWORTHYLove! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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