The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
E. M. FORSTERIt’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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