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. FORSTERMost 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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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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I can only do what’s easy. I can only entice and be enticed. I can’t, and won’t, attempt difficult relations. If I marry it will either be a man who’s strong enough to boss me or whom I’m strong enough to boss.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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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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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
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One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
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But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .
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The historian records, but the novelist creates.
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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.
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