If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
E. M. FORSTERI 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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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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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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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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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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