A 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!
JOHN GALSWORTHYLove has no age, no limit; and no death.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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How to save the old that’s worth saving, whether in landscape, houses, manners, institutions, or human types, is one of our greatest problems, and the one that we bother least about.
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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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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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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.
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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.
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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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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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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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