Beginnings are always messy.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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Looking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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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 is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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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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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 French cook; we open tins.
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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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