It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
E. M. FORSTERWe 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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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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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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So I shan’t ever marry, for there aren’t such men. And Heaven help any one whom I do marry, for I shall certainly run away from him before you can say ‘Jack Robinson.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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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, 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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