Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
JOHN GALSWORTHYLooking back on the long-stretched-out body of one’s work, it is interesting to mark the endless duel fought within a man between the emotional and critical sides of his nature.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.
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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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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There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
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The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
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Beginnings are always messy.
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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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Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.
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We have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.
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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.
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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place – service – social service – the ants creed, the bees creed.
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Only love makes fruitful the soul.
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