Life calls the tune, we dance.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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It is by muteness that a dog becomes for one so utterly beyond value; with him one is at peace, where words play no torturing tricks.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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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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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.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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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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