It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
E. M. FORSTERThe king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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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.
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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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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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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
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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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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
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For 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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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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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
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