The French cook; we open tins.
JOHN GALSWORTHYMemory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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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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Beginnings are always messy.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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 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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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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It`s always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it`s going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary.
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