It isn’t possible to love and to part.
E. M. FORSTERI 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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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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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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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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 kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.
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Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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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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Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
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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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It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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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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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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