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.
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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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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Those are the moments that I think are precious to a dog-when, with his adoring soul coming through his eyes, he feels that you are really thinking of him.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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Once admit that we have the right to inflict unnecessary suffering and you destroy the very basis of human society.
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The sense of form that both had in such high degree prevented much demonstration; but to be with him, do things for him, to admire, and credit him with perfection; and, since she could not exactly wear the same clothes or speak in the same clipped, quiet, decisive voice.
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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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There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
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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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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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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The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.
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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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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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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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