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 makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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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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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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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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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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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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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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.
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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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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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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