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Amaba a los hombres y siempre los habia amado. Ansiaba abrazarlos, mezclar con el de ellos su ser. Ahora que habia perdido al hombre que correspondia a su amor, admitia aquello.
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cdbaa31
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Silence and loneliness cannot last for ever. It may be a hundred or a thousand years, but the sea lasts longer, and she shall come out of it and sing.
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e92f906
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But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light...
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E.M. Forster |
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75bc81d
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Quizas nadie quisiese tal amor, pero podia ya no sentirse avergonzado de el, porque aquel amor era "el", no el cuerpo o el alma, no alma y cuerpo, sino "el" viviendo en ambos."
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E.M. Forster |
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13e629a
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You only care about the things that you can use, and therefore arrange them in the following order: Money, supremely useful; intellect, rather useful; imagination, of no use at all. No"--for the other had protested--"your Pan-Germanism is no more imaginative than is our Imperialism over here. 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 m..
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E.M. Forster |
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5aa1304
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No doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess.
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E.M. Forster |
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8cb28e3
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Her life, he saw, was without meaning. To what purpose was her diplomacy, her insincerity, her continued repression of vigour? Did they make any one better or happier? Did they even bring happiness to herself? Harriet with her gloomy peevish creed, Lilia with her clutches after pleasure, were after all more divine than this well-ordered, active, useless machine.
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E.M. Forster |
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1bc4a2c
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THE SIGNORA HAD NO business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a court-yard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" --
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E.M. Forster |
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0ae1ebe
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To Margaret--I hope that it will not set the reader against her--the station of King's Cross had always suggested Infinity. Its very situation--withdrawn a little behind the facile splendours of St. Pancras--implied a comment on the materialism of life. Those two great arches, colourless, indifferent, shouldering between them an unlovely clock, were fit portals for some eternal adventure, whose issue might be prosperous, but would certainly..
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E.M. Forster |
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2dbee60
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It matter so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides.
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E.M. Forster |
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abada45
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I think he is nice and tiresome. I differ from him on almost every point of any importance, and so, I expect - I may say I hope - you will differ. But his is a type one disagrees with rather than deplores. When he first came here he not unnaturally put people's backs up. He has no tact and no manners - I don't mean by that that he has bad manners - and he will not keep his opinions to himself
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E.M. Forster |
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66995a6
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It's better to be fooled than to be suspicious'--that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence trick is the work of the devil.
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715eff5
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When we poor blacks take bribes, we perform what we are bribed to perform, and the law discovers us in consequence. The English take and do nothing. I admire them.
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a9c35a2
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chr Hl nmytwnym dwst bshym? yn chyzy st khh mn mykhwhm w chyzy st khh tw mykhwhy.>> wly sbh yn r nmykhwstnd w z hm jd shdnd; zmyn nyz yn r nmykhwst, zyr dr rhshn Skhrhhyy qrr ddh bwd, khh swrn mybyst tkh tkh bgdhrnd. hngmy khh z anj gdhshtnd shhr my'w r zyr py khwd dydnd, w m`bd, w abgyr, w zndn, w qSr, w mhmnkhnh' rwpyy r. prndgn w khrkhsh r dydnd, gwyy anh nyz nmykhwstnd w hmh b Sdh Sdy khwd mygftnd <> w asmn gft: <
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دوستی
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E.M. Forster |
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521228b
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m anTwr khh khwdmn fkhr mykhnym nystym, blkhh anTwrym khh mGz dygrn drbrh m myndyshd.
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5979979
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khwshHlm khh bh dny amdhm. nsn hrqdr adm khmhmyty bshd, gr khwdsh khwsh bshd hmyn dlyl khwby br lzwm wjwd wst.
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E.M. Forster |
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e6d618f
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Whom does Love concern beyond the beloved and the lover? Yet his impact deluges a hundred shores. No doubt the disturbance is really the spirit of the generations, welcoming the new generations, and chafing against the ultimate Fate, who holds all the seas in the palm of her hand. But Love cannot understand this. He cannot comprehend another's infinity; he is conscious only of his own--flying sunbeam, falling rose, pebble that asks for one ..
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E.M. Forster |
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7316b84
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Man's feet are the measure for distance, his hands are the measure for ownership, his body is the measure for all that is lovable and desirable and strong.
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E.M. Forster |
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bf9a806
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They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire. To the end of his life Clive was not sure of the exact moment of departure, and with the approach of old age he grew uncertain whether the moment had yet occurred.
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E.M. Forster |
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600dc86
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In the dawn of the world our weakly must be exposed on Mount Taygetus, in its twilight our strong will suffer euthanasia, that the Machine may progress, that the Machine may progress, that the Machine may progress eternally.
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E.M. Forster |
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07eeb15
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He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession, to act the parson.
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religiousness
openness
ministry
authenticity
humility
pride
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E.M. Forster |
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db53366
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Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart; men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help.
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He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure. In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the influence of spring. His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; would she like to see them? 'Ma buoni uomini.' He bowed. Certainly. Good men first, violets afterwards.
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E.M. Forster |
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bb2d62d
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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.
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death
life
love
e-m-forster
howards-end
countryside
parting
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a8b5d8a
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Life had proved a blind alley, with a muck heap at the end of it, and he must cut back and start again.
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life
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E.M. Forster |
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d9b3dd3
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A matter neither sensual nor sensational is ignored by the art of today.
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gratitude
everyday
media
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E.M. Forster |
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e7a8801
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I love folklore and all festering superstitions.
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howards-end
superstition
folklore
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E.M. Forster |
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f2f101c
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But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak.
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silent
talking
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E.M. Forster |
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628ea81
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Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice,
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E.M. Forster |
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5fe0751
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Oh, horrible--worst of all--worse than death, when you have made a little clearing in the wilderness, planted your little garden, let in your sunlight, and then the weeds creep in again!
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E.M. Forster |
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3ce184e
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You care for me a little bit, I do think, but I can't hang all my life on a little bit.
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E.M. Forster |
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8976362
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This is Ahab, that's Jezebel," said Evie, who was one of those who name animals after the less successful characters of Old Testament history."
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E.M. Forster |
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Belief's always right.. It's all right and it's also unmistakable. Every man has somewhere about him some belief for which he'd die. Only isn't it improbable that your parents and guardians told it to you? If there is one won't it be part of your own flesh and spirit?
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morals
values
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E.M. Forster |
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4261af5
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Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere.
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E.M. Forster |
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ae5c962
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England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas.
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E.M. Forster |
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88b02da
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I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them.
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E.M. Forster |
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575d100
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Tulips were a tray of jewels.
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metaphor
e-m-forster
howards-end
figurative-language
tulips
flowers
description
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018d439
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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.
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lovely
nature
e-m-forster
howards-end
description
sunlight
fairyland
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E.M. Forster |
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1764b06
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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.
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love
truth
expectations-vs-reality
e-m-forster
howards-end
the-world
conflict
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a6a6e51
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And that is why novels, even when they are about wicked people, can solace us: they suggest a more comprehensible and thus more manageable human race, they give us the illusion of perspicacity and of power.
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illusion
human
character-building
novel-writing
novel
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E.M. Forster |
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943a6d9
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in every one, even if you do not approve of them.
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E.M. Forster |
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e79eef1
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No one confessed the Machine was out of hand. Year by year it was served with increased efficiency and decreased intelligence. The better a man knew his own duties upon it, the less he understood the duties of his neighbor, and in all the world there was not one who understood the monster as a whole. Those master brains had perished.
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E.M. Forster |
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5fa552d
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Oh, Mr Hall, what an ungallant remark. Look at her lovely hair.' 'I like short hair best.' 'Why?' 'Because I can stroke it-' and he began to cry.
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E.M. Forster |
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69fdbef
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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."
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e-m-forster
howards-end
once-in-a-lifetime
preservation
spoiled
never-again
remember
sad
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