Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
JOHN GALSWORTHYWe have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing – deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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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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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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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 value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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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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