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dd93c0f
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It is fate that I am here,' George persisted, 'but you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.
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E. M. Forster |
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f71e569
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Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no longer.
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E. M. Forster |
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7187493
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It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.
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understanding
truth
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E. M. Forster |
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f2896f7
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By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
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E. M. Forster |
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21f7872
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I taught him, 'he quavered, "to trust in love. I said:'when love comes, that is reality.' I said: 'Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand."
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E. M. Forster |
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e57a47c
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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
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words
literature
reading
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E. M. Forster |
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046b8ed
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She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
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E. M. Forster |
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bfd2431
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When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place!
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feminism
female
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E. M. Forster |
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a92715f
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Take an old man's word; there's nothing worse than a muddle in all the world. It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror - on the things that I might have avoided. We can help one another but little. I used to think I could teach young people the whole of life, but I know better now, and all my teaching of George has come down to this: beware of muddle.
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E. M. Forster |
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I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it -- and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die -- I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.
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E. M. Forster |
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There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in our midst. She reigned in many an early Victorian castle, and was Queen of much early Victorian song. It is sweet to protect her in the intervals of business, sweet to pay her honour when she has cooked our dinner well. But alas! the creature grows degenerate. In her heart also there are springing up strange desires..
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E. M. Forster |
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She had come to that state where the horror of the universe and its smallness are both visible at the same time--the twilight of the double vision in which so many elderly people are involved. If this world is not to our taste, well, at all events, there is Heaven, Hell, Annihilation--one or other of those large things, that huge scenic background of stars, fires, blue or black air. All heroic endeavour, and all that is known as art, assume..
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E. M. Forster |
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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. 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..
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E. M. Forster |
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I knew you read the in the vac," he said in a low voice. Maurice felt uneasy. "Then you understand - without me saying more - " "How do you mean?" Durham could not wait. People were all around them, but with eyes that had gone intensely blue he whispered, "I love you."
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romance
love
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E. M. Forster |
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b46aa07
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They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.
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E. M. Forster |
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ef037a3
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In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted--Balder, Persephone--but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them.
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prosody
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E. M. Forster |
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4f7b7d9
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Society is invincible--to a certain degree. But your real life is your own, and nothing can touch it. There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity--nothing that can stop you retreating into splendour and beauty--into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life--the real you.
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integrity
character
life
ideals
society
self
mediocrity
values
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E M Forster |
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d36ece5
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Don't believe those lies about intellectual people. They're only written to soothe the majority.
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humor
intellectualism
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E. M. Forster |
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91bfad2
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The contest lay not between love and duty. Perhaps there never is such a contest. It lay between the real and the pretended, and Lucy's first aim was to defeat herself.
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E. M. Forster |
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a9c6f74
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London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid. Her smoke mitigated the splendour, and the clouds down Oxford Street were a delicately painted ceiling, which adorned while it did not distract.
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E. M. Forster |
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Like many other who have lived long in a great capital, she had strong feelings about the various railway termini. They are our gates to the glorious and unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return. In Paddington all Cornwall is latent and the remoter west; down the inclines of Liverpool Street lie fenlands and the illimitable Broads; Scotland is through the pylons of Euston; Wessex behind the poi..
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E. M. Forster |
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George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy on her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.
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E. M. Forster |
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b5251af
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Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.
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sympathy
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E. M. Forster |
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809b598
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I believe in aristocracy. . . -- if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our quee..
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E. M. Forster |
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Why has not England a great mythology? Our folklore has never advanced beyond daintiness, and the greater melodies about our country-side have all issued through the pipes of Greece. Deep and true as the native imagination can be, it seems to have failed here. It has stopped with the witches and the fairies. It cannot vivify one fraction of a summer field, or give names to half a dozen stars. England still waits for the supreme moment of he..
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tolkien
poetry
witches
fairies
myths
mythology
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E. M. Forster |
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60a0f75
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They had started speaking of "women and children"--that phrase that exempts the male from sanity when it has been repeated a few times. Each felt that all he loved best in the world was at stake, demanded revenge, and was filled with a not unpleasing glow, in which the chilly and half-known features of Miss Quested vanished, and were replaced by all that is sweetest and warmest in private life. "But it's the women and children," they repeat..
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E. M. Forster |
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246d640
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He was interested in the sudden friendship between two women so apparently dissimilar as Miss Bartlett and Miss Lavish. They were always in each other's company, with Lucy a slighted third. Miss Lavish he believed he understood, but Miss Bartlett might reveal unknown depths of strangeness, though not, perhaps, of meaning.
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E. M. Forster |
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4d0006e
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It was the hour of unreality.
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E. M. Forster |
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babf212
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Il vento le scompigliava i capelli, il sole li glorificava.
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vento
sole
capelli
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E. M. Forster |
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8967652
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The sense of purity is a puzzling, and at times a fearful thing. It seems so noble, and it starts at one with morality. But it is a dangerous guide, and can lead us away not only from what is gracious, but also from what is good.
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E M Forster |
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4b36cfa
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Lucy's Sabbath was generally of this amphibious nature. She kept it without hypocrisy in the morning, and broke it without reluctance in the afternoon.
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sabbath
lucy
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E. M. Forster |
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6a15e48
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She had deemed it unwise to reveal her soul.
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E. M. Forster |
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0928b66
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Aveva abbandonato ogni piano d'azione; l'amore e la cosa migliore.
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influenza
psicología
relazione
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E. M. Forster |
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453de67
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Things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.
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E. M. Forster |
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a74d203
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A male--even such a male as Tibby--was enough to stop the foolery. The barrier of sex, though decreasing among the civilised, is still high, and higher on the side of women. Helen could tell her sister all, and her cousin much about Paul; she told her brother nothing. It was not prudishness, for she now spoke of "the Wilcox ideal" with laughter, and even with a growing brutality. Nor was it precaution, for Tibby seldom repeated any news tha..
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E. M. Forster |
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5b7210e
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lqd Sn`n lal@ lky tnfdh rdtn, lknn l nmlk 'n ndf`h ltnfydhh lan.. wlan tjbrn `l~ `bdth.. n lal@ ttTwr w lkn lys wfq mkhTTtn..twSl msyrh lkn lys nHw hdfn.. nHn mwjwdwn fqT kkryt dm tsry fy shryynh, wdh knt qdr@ `l~ l`ml bdwnn, fswf ttrkn nmwt.
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E. M. Forster |
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e8d5c28
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Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath the arts.
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E. M. Forster |
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fdc412c
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Don't trust me, Miss Honeychurch. Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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E. M. Forster |
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ae06fad
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Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.
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E. M. Forster |
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7efc08b
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If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.
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E. M. Forster |
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460b591
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How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
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E. M. Forster |
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c8d284a
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Think before you speak is criticism's motto; speak before you think is creation's.
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E. M. Forster |