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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

E. M. Forster

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.
E. M. FORSTER

Carnal Century Embracement Fudss Made Marriage Nearer Sometimes Think Understanding
Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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Mysterious The Time
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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Beautiful Embankment Fastening Hill Opposite Pinch Pleasant Road Tree Unfamiliar Wide
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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Meet More Motor Nation No Sure Various War
I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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Brave Coward Hurtbrave People Rather
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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Go Must Plan Wait Will
I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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Admire Approve Everyone Help Something Them Think
The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can’t touch – like England ‘s grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.
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Ago Country Destroy Grass Hundred Lane Man Network Object Poetry Reason Seek Sort Them Today Touch Year
She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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Been Beggar Dep Done Given Good Hell Lofe Onion Went Wick
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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Always Cause Creative Greater Represent Writer
Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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Distinguish Drama Learn Life Something
Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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Better Come Fail Last Proportion Resource Thing
But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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Comfort Desire Humanity Itself Over Reach
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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Against Elbow Embankment Identity Learn Likewise Magic Parapet Position Stop Times
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.
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Beautiful Cloth Everything Person Room Seen Think Voice

Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

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Human relations are impossible. When they are real they are uncomfortable, and when they are comfortable they are unreal. It was for the journey into solitude that the human soul was created.

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