I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
E. M. FORSTERHow can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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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 is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.
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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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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
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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.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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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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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.
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… there are shadows because there are hills.
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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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School was the unhappiest time of my life and the worst trick it ever played on me was to pretend that it was the world in miniature. For it hindered me from discovering how lovely and delightful and kind the world can be, and how much of it is intelligible.
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