At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
E. M. FORSTERCreative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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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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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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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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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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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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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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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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