A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
E. M. FORSTERInside 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.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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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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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I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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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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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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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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There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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We move between two darknesses.
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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