howards-end

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be7630b	The house was very quiet, and the fog--we are in November now--pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.	e-m-forster howards-end autumnal november fall autumn description quiet	E.M. Forster
3ab87bc	Rudeness affected Margaret like a bitter taste in the mouth. It poisoned life. At times it is necessary, but woe to those who employ it without due need.	life unpleasant howards-end rude manners rudeness	E.M. Forster
6d71de7	Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.	e-m-forster howards-end novel	E.M. Forster
12b6a22	It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.	howards-end	E.M. Forster
46cd001	"And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye."	simile howards-end figurative-language parting goodbye sad	E.M. Forster
5513350	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. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.	romance nightfall e-m-forster howards-end colors description london	E.M. Forster
bb2d62d	Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.	death life love e-m-forster howards-end countryside parting	E.M. Forster
e7a8801	I love folklore and all festering superstitions.	howards-end superstition folklore	E.M. Forster
575d100	Tulips were a tray of jewels.	metaphor e-m-forster howards-end figurative-language tulips flowers description	E.M. Forster
018d439	Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.	lovely nature e-m-forster howards-end description sunlight fairyland	E.M. Forster
1764b06	How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.	love truth expectations-vs-reality e-m-forster howards-end the-world conflict	E.M. Forster
036e2f0	She had a strong, if erroneous, conviction of her own futility, and wished she had never come out of her backwater, where nothing happened except art and literature, and where no one ever got married or succeeded in remaining engaged.	futility self-doubt howards-end insecure out-of-place society	E.M. Forster
69fdbef	"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."	e-m-forster howards-end once-in-a-lifetime preservation spoiled never-again remember sad	E.M. Forster

The house was very quiet, and the fog--we are in November now--pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

e-m-forster howards-end autumnal november fall autumn description quiet

E.M. Forster

3ab87bc

Rudeness affected Margaret like a bitter taste in the mouth. It poisoned life. At times it is necessary, but woe to those who employ it without due need.

life unpleasant howards-end rude manners rudeness

E.M. Forster

6d71de7

Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.

e-m-forster howards-end novel

E.M. Forster

12b6a22

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.

howards-end

E.M. Forster

46cd001

"And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye."

simile howards-end figurative-language parting goodbye sad

E.M. Forster

5513350

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. She has never known the clear-cut armies of the purer air. Leonard hurried through her tinted wonders, very much part of the picture. His was a grey life, and to brighten it he had ruled off a few corners for romance.

romance nightfall e-m-forster howards-end colors description london

E.M. Forster

bb2d62d

Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.

death life love e-m-forster howards-end countryside parting

E.M. Forster

e7a8801

I love folklore and all festering superstitions.

howards-end superstition folklore

E.M. Forster

575d100

Tulips were a tray of jewels.

metaphor e-m-forster howards-end figurative-language tulips flowers description

E.M. Forster

018d439

Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.

lovely nature e-m-forster howards-end description sunlight fairyland

E.M. Forster

1764b06

How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.

love truth expectations-vs-reality e-m-forster howards-end the-world conflict

E.M. Forster

036e2f0

She had a strong, if erroneous, conviction of her own futility, and wished she had never come out of her backwater, where nothing happened except art and literature, and where no one ever got married or succeeded in remaining engaged.

futility self-doubt howards-end insecure out-of-place society

E.M. Forster

69fdbef

"No, it is better not to risk a second interview. I shall always look back on this talk with you as one of the finest things in my life. Really. I mean this. We can never repeat. It has done me real good, and there we had better leave it." "That's rather a sad view of life, surely." "Things so often get spoiled." "I know," flashed Helen. "But people don't."

e-m-forster howards-end once-in-a-lifetime preservation spoiled never-again remember sad

E.M. Forster