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. FORSTERMoney pads the edges of things.
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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 have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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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.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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The only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
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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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Money pads the edges of things.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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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.
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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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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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