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| eec310f | She was appallingly narrow, but her consciousness of wider things gave to her narrowness a pathetic charm. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 68a68bd | Despite my admiration for scientific knowledge, I am not an adherent of scientism. For scientism dogmatically asserts the authority of scientific knowledge; whereas I do not believe in any authority and have always resisted dogmatism; and I continue to resist it, especially in science. I am opposed to the thesis that the scientist must believe in his theory. As far as I am concerned "I do not believe in belief," as E. M. Forster says; and I.. | Karl R. Popper | ||
| 9abc9d8 | I've often thought about it, Helen. It's one of the most interesting things in the world. The truth is that there is a great outer life that you and I have never touched--a life in which telegrams and anger count. Personal relations, that we think supreme, are not supreme there. There love means marriage settlements, death, death duties. So far I'm clear. But here my difficulty. This outer life, though obviously horrid, often seems the real.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 8df4d81 | En ese preciso momento el camino se abria y con una exclamacion Lucy se encontro fuera del bosque. Luz y belleza la envolvia. Habia ido a dar a una pequena terraza que estaba cubierta de violetas de un extremo a otro. - !Valor! -exclamo su companero, erguido a unos seis pies de altura respecto a ella-. Valor y amor. Ella no respondio. A sus pies el suelo se cortaba bruscamente dando paso a la panoramica. Violetas que se agrupaban alrededor .. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 9e82d06 | Food, the stoking-up process, the keeping alive of an individual flame, the process that begins before birth and is continued after it by the mother, and finally taken over by the individual himself, who goes on day after day putting an assortment of objects into a hole in his face without becoming surprised or bored. | food | E.M. Forster | |
| 981f792 | Durham no podia esperar. La gente los rodeaba, pero con ojos que se habian vuelto intensamente azules murmuro: --Que te amo. Maurice se escandalizo, se horrorizo. Se estremecio hasta las raices de su alma burguesa, y exclamo:"!Oh, maldicion!" Las palabras, los gestos, surgian de el antes de que pudiera evitarlo." | E.M. Forster | ||
| 69370a2 | Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things. | love | E.M. Forster | |
| 1994ba2 | She was no dazzling executante; her runs were not at all like stings of pearls, an she struck no more right notes than was suitable for one of her age and situation. Nor was she the passionate young lady, who performs so tragically on a summer's evening with the window open. Passion was there, but it could not be easily labelled; it slipped between love and hatred and jealousy, and all the furniture of the pictorial style. And she was tragi.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| e1f828c | She did not acknowledge that her brain was warped, for the brain itself must assist in that acknowledgement, and she was disordering the very instruments of life. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 0d68358 | I don't understand," she said at last. She understood very well, but she no longer wished to be absolutely truthful. "How are you going to stop him talking about it?" "I have a feeling that talk is a thing he will never do." "I, too, intend to judge him charitably. But unfortunately I have met the type before. They seldom keep their exploits to themselves." "Exploits?" cried Lucy, wincing under the horrible plural. "My poor dear, did you su.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 4e71309 | The aims of battle and the fruits of conquest are never the same; | E.M. Forster | ||
| bca9037 | She strove in vain against the echoing walls of their civility. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 8e54305 | He mourned his wife more sincerely because he mourned her seldom. | E.M. Forster | ||
| a86ed71 | You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say: '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. | 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 howards-end insecure out-of-place self-doubt society | E.M. Forster | |
| 6a15e48 | She had deemed it unwise to reveal her soul. | E. M. Forster | ||
| 47aba71 | Human beings have their great chance in the novel. They say to the novelist: "Recreate us if you like, but we must come in," and the novelist's problem, as we have seen all along, is to give them a good run and to achieve something else at the same time. Whither shall he turn? not indeed for help but for analogy. Music, though it does not employ human beings, though it is governed by intricate laws, nevertheless does offer in its final expr.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| dce7acf | He never did his dumb-bells or played in his school fifteen. But the muscles came. He thinks they came while he was reading Pindar. | pindar | E.M. Forster | |
| 7ed086d | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| cdbaa31 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| e92f906 | But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light... | E.M. Forster | ||
| 75bc81d | 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." | E.M. Forster | ||
| 13e629a | 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.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 5aa1304 | No doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 8cb28e3 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 1bc4a2c | 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!" -- | E.M. Forster | ||
| 0928b66 | Aveva abbandonato ogni piano d'azione; l'amore e la cosa migliore. | influenza psicología relazione | E. M. Forster | |
| 0ae1ebe | 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.. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 2dbee60 | It matter so little to the majority of living beings what the minority, that calls itself human, desires or decides. | E.M. Forster | ||
| abada45 | 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 | E.M. Forster | ||
| 66995a6 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 715eff5 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
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| 521228b | m anTwr khh khwdmn fkhr mykhnym nystym, blkhh anTwrym khh mGz dygrn drbrh m myndyshd. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 5979979 | khwshHlm khh bh dny amdhm. nsn hrqdr adm khmhmyty bshd, gr khwdsh khwsh bshd hmyn dlyl khwby br lzwm wjwd wst. | E.M. Forster | ||
| e6d618f | 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 .. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 7316b84 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| bf9a806 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 600dc86 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 07eeb15 | He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession, to act the parson. | authenticity humility ministry openness pride religiousness | E.M. Forster | |
| db53366 | 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. | E.M. Forster | ||
| 92641c7 | 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. | 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. | countryside death e-m-forster howards-end life love parting | E.M. Forster | |
| a8b5d8a | Life had proved a blind alley, with a muck heap at the end of it, and he must cut back and start again. | life | E.M. Forster |