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f2816c1
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though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.
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E.M. Forster |
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4cd9535
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The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.
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E.M. Forster |
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d536eaf
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Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the horses didn't want it -- they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in t..
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friendship
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E.M. Forster |
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aeff4d0
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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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love
parting-ways
separation
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E.M. Forster |
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8306222
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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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E.M. Forster |
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e7a6859
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Don't go fighting against the Spring.
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E.M. Forster |
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ea025aa
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Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.
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E.M. Forster |
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400eeba
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Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.
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E.M. Forster |
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ff7c654
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Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we're still no nearer to understanding one another.
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E.M. Forster |
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6a37a20
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It was not that ladies were inferior to men; it was that they were different. Their mission was to inspire others to achievement rather than to achieve themselves. Indirectly, by means of tact and a spotless name, a lady could accomplish much. But if she rushed into the fray herself she would be first censured, then despised, and finally ignored.
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E.M. Forster |
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99dae08
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It isn't possible to love and to 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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E.M. Forster |
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784ff62
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I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.
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E.M. Forster |
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75df169
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There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.
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E.M. Forster |
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32ff3cd
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Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.
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tranquility
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E.M. Forster |
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ae62cc3
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I think you're beautiful, the only beautiful person I've ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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E.M. Forster |
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69ce35a
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To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.
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E.M. Forster |
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ce3caae
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I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
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peace-on-earth
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E.M. Forster |
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e9d68e3
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven't we all to struggle against life's daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these..
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E.M. Forster |
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6510f3f
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Because I say so little you think I don't feel. I care a lot.
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E.M. Forster |
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c4eb88a
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The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not."
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regret
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E.M. Forster |
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b5386da
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It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.
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E.M. Forster |
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bae6983
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Words deserted him immediately. He could only speak when he was not asked to.
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speaking
shy
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E.M. Forster |
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d0d6896
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We move between two darknesses.
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spirit
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E.M. Forster |
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5685bb4
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All men are equal - all men, that is, who possess umbrellas.
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E.M. Forster |
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c0b2a60
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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
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E.M. Forster |
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85eb38b
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She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters -- the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth, and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass, they are censured. Their pleasantry and their pi..
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passion
truth
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E.M. Forster |
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e118a3c
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You told me once that we shall be judged by our intentions, not by our accomplishments. I thought it a grand remark. But we must intend to accomplish--not sit intending on a chair.
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resolve
purpose
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E.M. Forster |
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f10d544
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Was Mrs. Wilcox one of the unsatisfactory people- there are many of them- who dangle intimacy and then withdraw it? They evoke our interests and affections, and keep the life of the spirit dawdling around them. Then they withdraw. When physical passion is involved, there is a definite name for such behaviour- flirting- and if carried far enough, it is punishable by law. But no law- not public opinion, even- punishes those who coquette with ..
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friendship
flirtation
exhaustion
intimacy
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E.M. Forster |
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faa94eb
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There was something better in life than this rubbish, if only he could get to it--love--nobility--big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . .
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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44a5636
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It is only that people are far more different than is pretended. All over the world men and women are worrying because they cannot develop as they are supposed to develop. Here and there they have the matter out, and it comforts them. Don't fret yourself, Helen. Develop what you have; love your child. I do not love children. I am thankful to have none. I can play with their beauty and charm, but that is all - nothing real, not one scrap of ..
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E.M. Forster |
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7b16a3d
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I suppose I shall have to live now
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E.M. Forster |
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edec512
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Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth.
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E.M. Forster |
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203304a
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He educated Maurice, or rather his spirit educated Maurice's spirit, for they themselves became equal. Neither thought "Am I led; am I leading?" Love had caught him out of triviality and Maurice out of bewilderment in order that two imperfect souls might touch perfection."
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relationships
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E.M. Forster |
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4747ed6
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She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.
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E.M. Forster |
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1e0f1b5
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Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere. With infinite effort we nerve ourselves for a crisis that never comes. The most successful career must show a waste of strength that might have removed mountains, and the most unsuccessful is no that of a man who is taken unprepared, ..
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E.M. Forster |
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If we lived for ever, what you say would be true. But we have to die, we have to leave life presently. Injustice and greed would be the real thing if we lived for ever. As it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. I love death - not morbidly, but because He explains. He shows me the emptiness of Money. Death and Money are the eternal foes. Not Death and Life. . . . Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. Behin..
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life
love
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E.M. Forster |
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5c48a50
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Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.
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E.M. Forster |
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5f46659
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But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.
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E.M. Forster |
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ab563c3
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If you let yourself go I am sure you are sensible. . . . You are inclined to get muddled, if I may judge from last night. 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. By understanding George you may learn to understand yourself.
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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 in 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. Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown again..
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romance
heart-warming
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E.M. Forster |
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3fc877a
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Love felt and returned, love which our bodies exact and our hearts have transfigured, love which is the most real thing that we shall ever meet, reappeared now as the world's enemy, and she must stifle it.
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E.M. Forster |
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3e4cda0
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One doesn't come to Italy for niceness, one comes for life!
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E.M. Forster |
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a29e4f6
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It makes a difference, doesn't it, whether we fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
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E.M Forster |
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c5fca86
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You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything." --
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future
machine
science-fiction
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E.M. Forster |