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.
E. M. FORSTERThe emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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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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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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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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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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People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.
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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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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 king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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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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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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Money pads the edges of things.
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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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