Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.
E. M. FORSTERIt 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.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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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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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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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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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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We move between two darknesses.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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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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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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