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E. M. Forster Quotes - Page 13

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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.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

Regret, Yesterday, Today

E. M. Forster (2016). “Where Angels Fear to Tread: England Literature”, p.37, 谷月社

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.

Culture, World, Kingdoms

E. M. Forster (2016). “A Room With A View: England Literature”, p.25, 谷月社

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 against the view.

Flower, Blue, Views

E. M. Forster (2016). “A Room With A View: England Literature”, p.60, 谷月社

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

Travel, Florence, Ease

E.M. Forster (2012). “A Room with a View”, p.53, Courier Corporation

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.

Believe, Book, Blue

E. M. Forster (2013). “Delphi Collected Works of E. M. Forster (Illustrated)”, p.407, Delphi Classics

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 their hundred voices "No, not yet," and the sky said "No, not there.

Horse, Rocks, Views

E. M. Forster (2010). “A Passage to India”, p.322, RosettaBooks

When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place!

Hands, Shields, Faces

E. M. Forster (2016). “A Room With A View: England Literature”, p.154, 谷月社

What the world most needs today are negative virtues - not minding people, not being huffy, touchy, irritable or revengeful.

People, Huffy, Negative

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

Oscars, Wilde, Unspeakable

It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.

Unhappy, Unbearable

E. M. Forster (2010). “A Passage to India”, p.56, RosettaBooks

Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind.

Civilization, Mind, Foundation

E.M. Forster (1951). “Two Cheers for Democracy”

Oxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another.

Love, College, Oxford

E.M. Forster (2015). “Howard's End”, p.96, Xist Publishing

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

Children, Class, Literature

Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels — inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards.

Peace, War, Incredibles

"Howard's End".

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

Retorts, Niceness

E. M. Forster (2016). “A Room With A View: England Literature”, p.14, 谷月社

The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.

Suicide, Lying, Feelings

E. M. Forster (2016). “Howards End: England Literature”, p.275, 谷月社

To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.

Luxury, People, Poor

'Howards End' (1910) ch. 5

I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.

Children, People, Behinds

E. M. Forster (2010). “A Passage to India”, p.119, RosettaBooks

I think - I think - I think how little they think what lies so near them.

Lying, Thinking, Littles

E.M. Forster (2012). “A Room with a View”, p.49, Courier Corporation

Intuition attracts those who wish to be spiritual without any bother, because it promises a heaven where the intuitions of others can be ignored.

Spiritual, Heaven, Promise

It is not that the Englishman can't feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.

Fall, School, Justice

Abinger Harvest "Notes on English Character" (1936)

Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

Delicacy, Room With A View

Gabrielle Vigot, Monica Corwin, Pan Zador, Coco Rousseau, Alexandre Dumas (2015). “Literary Love: 5 Wild and Wanton Classics”, p.1082, Simon and Schuster

An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it palatable.

Running, Hero, Pudding

"What I Believe". Essay by E. M. Forster, "The Nation", July 16, 1938.

A sentence begins quite simply, then it undulates and expands, parentheses intervene like quick-set hedges, the flowers of comparison bloom, and three fields off, like a wounded partridge, crouches the principal verb, making one wonder as one picks it up, poor little thing, whether after all it was worth such a tramp, so many guns, and such expensive dogs, and what, after all, is its relation to the main subject, potted so gaily half a page back, and proving finally to have been in the accusative case.

Dog, Flower, Gun

It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.

Miles

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