Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA 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!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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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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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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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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A 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.
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