Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
JOHN GALSWORTHYFirst one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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Danger so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour.
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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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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
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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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Come! Let us lay a lance in rest, And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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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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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.
JOHN GALSWORTHY