the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
JOHN GALSWORTHYSummer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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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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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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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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Early morning does not mince words.
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A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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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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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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