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How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

E. M. Forster

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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Armour Darkness Falsehood Hide Man Only Other Soul Subtly Wrought
Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Adventure Occur Punctually
At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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Attain Book Collective Curtain Dignity Drawn Ficker Fire Night
We move between two darknesses.
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Between Darknesses Move Two
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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Cast Follow Good Move Place Save Shadow Something Stand Thing
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
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
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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Understand Unless Remember
The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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Kingdom Music World
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
It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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Hurt Mean People
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 Impossible Ral Relation Uncomfortable Unreal
There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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Great Long Money never Risk
The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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Crate Historian Novelist Record

How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

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