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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.

E. M. Forster

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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Cloth Enterprise Mistrust Require
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
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Fond Life Make Mess Must One People Trust
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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Art Ignore Love Muddle never Oull Out Possible Transmute
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
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
Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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Happen Happiness Nbox Turn
There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, “I do enjoy myself”, or , “I am horrified,” we are insincere.
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Happen Horrified Human Insincere Myself Nothing Period Slumber Thrill
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Beauty Close Connection Nonsense
My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it.
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Another Believe Conviction Gain Infinitely Moment Soul
Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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Mysterious The Time
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
… there are shadows because there are hills.
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Hill Shadow
The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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Back Caught Cry Dammed Fell Flame Happen Hold Indignant Other Saw
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
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Know Say See Think What
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
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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Ignore Middle never Out Pull Transmute

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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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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