the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
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Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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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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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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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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