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 GALSWORTHYSlang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men’s fates are in their own hands.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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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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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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Society is built on marriage … marriage and its consequences.
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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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See what perils do environ those who meddle with hot iron.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men’s souls.
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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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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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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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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without 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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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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We have to love because we love loving.
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The bicycle… has been responsible for more movement in manners and morals than anything since Charles the Second.
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