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fc3bb2f
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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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poets
romance
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E.M. Forster |
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89d76a9
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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.
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learning
inspiring
education
inspirational
mentoring
educational
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E.M. Forster |
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b7899b5
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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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light
life
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E.M. Forster |
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0d55cad
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If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
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friendship
inspirational
honour
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E.M. Forster |
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132baf8
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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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love
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E.M. Forster |
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07c45ca
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Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.
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E.M. Forster |
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7041589
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This desire to govern a woman--it lies very deep, and men and women must fight it together.... But I do love you surely in a better way than he does." He thought. "Yes--really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms."
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romance
love
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E.M. Forster |
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f4c8d89
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Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.
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reading
long-book
overpraising
reviewing
praise
reading-books
exaggeration
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E.M. Forster |
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ce64410
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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E.M. Forster |
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a154d58
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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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E.M. Forster |
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ce71ea7
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You confuse what's important with what's impressive.
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E.M. Forster |
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2723d71
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Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
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fashion
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E.M. Forster |
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25cf7ca
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Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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metaphor
life
violin
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E.M. Forster |
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4458f38
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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E.M. Forster |
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0705104
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You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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14f6152
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Only connect!
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connection
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E.M. Forster |
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5f00e2c
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Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him.
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E.M. Forster |
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fb20913
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I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
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oscar-wilde
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
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0b73e84
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She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
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E.M. Forster |
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df47909
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A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense, Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.
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homosexuality
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E.M. Forster |
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3367966
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Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep.
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life
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E.M. Forster |
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c999d52
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After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?
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heaven
love
hell
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E.M. Forster |
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1f99ca1
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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life
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E.M. Forster |
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6b728e3
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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lies
integrity
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E.M. Forster |
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60601ea
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there are shadows because there are hills.
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shadow
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E.M. Forster |
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a91d638
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While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea
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heart
tea
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E.M. Forster |
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080e22c
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I believe in aristocracy, though -- 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 secreat understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our ..
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considerate
e-m
forster
pluck
sensitive
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E.M. Forster |
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4554396
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Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during whic..
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E.M. Forster |
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d88060d
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Passion should believe itself irresistible. It should forget civility and consideration and all the other curses of a refined nature. Above all, it should never ask for leave where there is a right of way.
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E.M. Forster |
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f43f3a3
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It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
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E.M. Forster |
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02c39e0
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions. Perhaps he cannot; certai..
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piano
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E.M. Forster |
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94c1931
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I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals.
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E.M. Forster |
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3925607
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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E.M. Forster |
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18eefc0
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She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.
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E.M. Forster |
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f01c277
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No, he is not tactful, yet 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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E.M. Forster |
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6962199
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All a child's life depends on the ideal it has of its parents. Destroy that and everything goes - morals, behavior, everything. Absolute trust in someone else is the essence of education.
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parents
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E.M. Forster |
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fb71965
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At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards.
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E.M. Forster |
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ba2072b
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She would only point out the salvation that was latent in his own soul, and in the soul of every man. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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b38e18f
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One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!"
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E.M. Forster |
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2375422
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The tragedy of preparedness has scarcely been handled, save by the Greeks. Life is indeed dangerous, but not in the way morality would have us believe. It is indeed unmanageable, but the essence of it is not a battle. It is unmanageable because it is a romance, and its essence is romantic beauty.
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romance
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E.M. Forster |
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ab50ed5
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It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.
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life
persecution
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E.M. Forster |
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6aea718
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I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.
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pariah
maurice
discrimination
outcast
rejection
novel
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E.M. Forster |
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a2e5713
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A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.
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E.M. Forster |
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f5eede9
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Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.
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passion
writing
love
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E.M. Forster |