Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
E. M. FORSTER- The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
E. M. FORSTERThe people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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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.
E. M. FORSTERIt 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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To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
E. M. FORSTERTo make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It’s one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.
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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.
E. M. FORSTERYou 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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A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
E. M. FORSTERA poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
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One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
E. M. FORSTEROne grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.
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At night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
E. M. FORSTERAt night, when the curtains are drawn and the fire flickers, my books attain a collective dignity.
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Only a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
E. M. FORSTEROnly a writer who has the sense of evil can make goodness readable.
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
E. M. FORSTERThe 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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It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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?
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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
E. M. FORSTERI have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
E. M. FORSTEROne must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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You confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
E. M. FORSTERYou confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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