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 GALSWORTHYThe French cook; we open tins.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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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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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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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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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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Headlines twice the size of the events.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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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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