We have to love because we love loving.
JOHN GALSWORTHYIt 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.
More John Galsworthy Quotes
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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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Light-heartedness always made Soames suspicious – there was generally some reason for it.
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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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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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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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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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the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done
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It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
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Only out of stir and change is born new salvation. To deny that is to deny belief in man, to turn our backs on courage!
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Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.
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Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.
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We are not living in a private world of our own.
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For who would live so petty and unblest That dare not tilt at something ere he die; Rather than, screened by safe majority, Preserve his little life to little end, And never raise a rebel cry!
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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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First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.
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