It’s not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
E. M. FORSTERBooks have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
More E. M. Forster Quotes
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I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man’s pleasure when they come a cropper.
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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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When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
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There’s never any great risk as long as you have money.
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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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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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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Don’t be mysterious; there isn’t the time.
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Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time – beautiful?
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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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