There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.
JOHN GALSWORTHYthe biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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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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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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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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Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.
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Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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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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Love! Beyond measure – beyond death – it nearly kills. But one wouldn’t have been without it.
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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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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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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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