Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
E. M. FORSTERHuman relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.
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When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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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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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.
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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.
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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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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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