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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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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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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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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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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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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