Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
E. M. FORSTERMy conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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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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One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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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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It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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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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It isn’t possible to love and to part.
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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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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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