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.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
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Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
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I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
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Public opinion’s always in advance of the law.
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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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Love has no age, no limit; and no death.
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Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
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Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
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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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Such was not quite the condition of Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy’s soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte’s body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.
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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
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Early morning does not mince words.
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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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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
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