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.
JOHN GALSWORTHY
Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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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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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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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.
JOHN GALSWORTHY