Quotes and Images From the Works of John Galsworthy. Galsworthy John

cannot see the havoc oneself is working

      One could break away into irony – as indeed he often had to

      One who has never known a struggle with desperation

      One's never had enough

      Only aversion lasts

      Only Time was good for sorrow

      Own feelings were not always what mattered most

      People who don't live are wonderfully preserved

      Perching-place; never-never her cage!

      Philosophy of one on whom the world had turned its back

      Pity, they said, was akin to love!

      Preferred to concentrate on the ownership of themselves

      Putting up a brave show of being natural

      Quiet possession of his own property

      Quivering which comes when a man has received a deadly insult

      Self-consciousness is a handicap

      Selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him

      Sense of justice stifled condemnation

      Servants knew everything, and suspected the rest

      Shall not expect this time more than I can get, or she can give

      She used to expect me to say it more often than I felt it

      Sideways look which had reduced many to silence in its time

      Smiled because he could have cried

      So difficult to be sorry for him

      'So we go out!' he thought 'No more beauty! Nothing?'

      Socialists: they want our goods

      Sorrowful pleasure

      Spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown

      Striking horror of the moral attitude

      Sum of altruism in man

      Surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea

      Tenderness to the young

      Thank you for that good lie

      Thanks awfully

      That dog was a good dog

      The Queen – God bless her!

      The soundless footsteps on the grass!

      There was no one in any sort of authority to notice him

      There went the past!

      To seem to be respectable was to be

      Too afraid of committing himself in any direction

      Trees take little account of time

      Unfeeling process of legal regulation

      Unknowable Creative Principle

      Unlikely to benefit its beneficiaries

      Wanted things so inexorably until she got them

      Waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul

      Weighing you to the ground with care and love

      Went out as if afraid of being answered

      What do you mean by God?

      When you fleece you're sorry

      When you're fleeced you're sick

      Where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight

      Whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom

      With the wisdom of a long life old JoIyon did not speak

      Witticism of which he was not the author was hardly to his taste

      Wonderful finality about a meal

      You have to buy experience