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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYThe building of a house, the writing of a novel, the demolition of a bridge, and, eminently, the finish of a voyage.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful.
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Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
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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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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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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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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.
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I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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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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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!
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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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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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