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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYA 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!
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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As a man lives and thinks, so he will write.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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To dislike the clothes and voices of other men – all this was precious to her beyond everything.
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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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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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Art is the one form of human energy in the whole world, which really works for union, and destroys the barriers between man and man.
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