It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
E. M. FORSTERFor 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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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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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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There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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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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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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