It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
E. M. FORSTERThere’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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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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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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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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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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