There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds.
JOHN GALSWORTHYSuch 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact, with some strange and unsafe thing.
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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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The law is what it is-a majestic edifice, sheltering all of us, each stone of which rests on another.
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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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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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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The French cook; we open tins.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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The building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
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One can even tell the nature of one’s readers, by their preference for the work which reveals more of this side than of that.
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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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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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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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We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
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The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and the sniff.
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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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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The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square,
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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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