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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLove! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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We have to love because we love loving.
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There 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.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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And they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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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.
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Under its influence, wholly or in part, have blossomed weekends, strong nerves, strong legs, strong language… equality of sex, good digestion and professional occupation – in four words, the emanicipation of women.
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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 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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