i never knew anyone so relentless to his ancestors - you make up for your soapiness toward the living
E.M. ForsterTags: the-longest-journey
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.
E.M. ForsterThey had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were.
E.M. ForsterOf course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.
E.M. ForsterTags: human-nature
There is only a certain amount of kindness in the world…just as there is a certain amount of light. We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things…Choose a place where you won’t do very much harm and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
E.M. ForsterThey travelled for thirteen hours down-hill, whilst the streams broadened and the mountains shrank, and the vegetation changed, and the people ceased being ugly and drinking beer, and began instead to drink wine and to be beautiful.
E.M. ForsterPeople were all around them, but with eyes that had gone intensely blue he whispered,
"I love you
Tags: maurice
How fortunate that it was an 'unconventional' party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, but Mrs Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety.
E.M. ForsterEngland 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. What did it mean? For what end are her fair complexities, her changes of soil, her sinuous coast? Does she belong to those who have moulded her and made her feared by other lands, or to those who have added nothing to her power, but have somehow seen her, seen the whole island at once, lying as a jewel in a silver sea, sailing as a ship of souls, with all the brave world's fleet accompanying her towards eternity?
E.M. ForsterOne touch of regret- not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart- would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution.
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