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

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ with her; even an old man has his dignity

      He saw himself reflected: An old-looking chap

      Health – He did not want it at such cost

      Horses were very uncertain

      I have come to an end; if you want me, here I am

      I never stop anyone from doing anything

      I shan't marry a good man, Auntie, they're so dull!

      If not her lover in deed he was in desire

      Importance of mundane matters became increasingly grave

      Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say yourself

      Ironical, which is fatal to expansiveness

      Ironically mistrustful

      Is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young?

      It was their great distraction: To wait!

      Know how not to grasp and destroy!

      Law takes a low view of human nature

      Let her come to me as she will, when she will

      Little notion of how to butter her bread

      Living on his capital

      Longing to escape in generalities beset him

      Love has no age, no limit; and no death

      Man had money, he was free in law and fact

      Ministered to his daughter's love of domination

      More spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar

      Never give himself away

      Never seemed to have occasion for verbal confidences

      Never since had any real regard for conventional morality

      Never to see yourself as others see you

      No money! What fate could compare with that?

      None of them quite knew what she meant

      None of us – none of us can hold on for ever!

      Not going to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds

      Nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off

      Nothing overmastering in his feeling

      Old men learn to forego their whims

      One 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 СКАЧАТЬ