Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
E. M. FORSTEROne grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run
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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish – not sit intending on a chair.
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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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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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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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My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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