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.
E. M. FORSTERIt is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
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I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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Think before you speak is criticism’s motto; speak before you think, creation’s.
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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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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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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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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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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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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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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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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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