We are not living in a private world of our own.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy Slang is vigorous and apt. Probably most of our vital words were once slang.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy 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.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy Dawn has power to fertilise the most matter-of-fact vision.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy 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.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy It isn’t enough to love people because they’re good to you, or because in some way or other you’re going to get something by it.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy There is one rule for politicians all over the world: Don’t say in Power what you say in opposition; if you do, you only have to carry out what the other fellows have found impossible.
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy 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!
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .
John GalsworthyJohn Galsworthy We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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