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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.John Galsworthy
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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. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!John Galsworthy
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Really, " said Winifred suddenly; "it almost seems like Fate. Only that's so old-fashioned.John Galsworthy
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Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.John Galsworthy
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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.John Galsworthy