The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
JOHN GALSWORTHYFor, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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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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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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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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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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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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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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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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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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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 bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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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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