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.
E. M. FORSTERLife is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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One has two duties – to be worried and not to be worried.
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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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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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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