Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThere 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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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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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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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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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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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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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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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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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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