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.
E. M. FORSTERMy 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.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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We move between two darknesses.
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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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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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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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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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Don’t begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed.
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Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.
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There are moments when the inner life actually ‘pays,’ when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use.
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The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
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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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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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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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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.
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