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 GALSWORTHYTake modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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Life calls the tune, we dance.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
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One’s eyes are what one is, one’s mouth is what one becomes.
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A faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.
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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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Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.
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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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Essential characteristics of a gentleman: The will to put himself in the place of others; the horror of forcing others into positions from which he would himself recoil; and the power to do what seems to him to be right without considering what others may say or think.
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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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Love of beauty is really only the sex instinct, which nothing but complete union satisfies.
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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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