My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is ‘Lord, I disbelieve – help thou my unbelief.
E. M. FORSTERIt’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all… My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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