John Galsworthy Quotes

I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.

The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.

This life is messy.

The world does not have tidy endings. The world does not have neat connections. It is not filled with epiphanies that work perfectly at the moment that you need them.

Nobody's life is wrapped up neatly in a bow.

Life's messy.

I don't ever want to tie a song in a little bow. Life doesn't work that way, and war doesn't ever work that way.

. . . the messiness of experience, that may be what we mean by life.

I embrace the messiness of life. I find it so beautiful actually.

Life doesn't tend to fix things or wrap them up in bows.

This age is fraught with limitless perils, as well as untold possibilities.

There are always loose ends in real life.

My worry is that the world is becoming more chaotic every day. My excitement is that more people paying attention to 'Less but better' could help solve our growing problems.

Modern life is confusing no "Ms take" about it.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

Our real discoveries come from chaos.

Revolution by its nature can not be overly programmed or directed. There are so many forces at work that you don't know where and how it all ends.

Chaos demands to be recognized and experienced before letting itself be converted into a new order.

There is no law of history any more than of a kaleidoscope.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.

It is in the very nature of a beginning to carry with itself a measure of complete arbitrariness. Not only is it not bound into a reliable chain of cause and effect, a chain in which each effect immediately turns into the cause for future developments, the beginning has, as it were, nothing whatever to hold on to; it is as though it came out of nowhere in either time or space.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

There has been an alarming increase in the number of things you know nothing about.

Anything done for the first time unleashes a demon.