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.
E. M. FORSTER- It 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.
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It 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.
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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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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
E. M. FORSTERThe 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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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
E. M. FORSTERThe people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
E. M. FORSTEROnly a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
E. M. FORSTEROne always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
E. M. FORSTERAziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
E. M. FORSTERThe kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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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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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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
E. M. FORSTERGive, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
E. M. FORSTERThere’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
E. M. FORSTERDon’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
E. M. FORSTERThe other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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