It 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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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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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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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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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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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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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