Quotes from E. M. Forster

Remember nothing of the sort! Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workmen weren't paid properly. And as for the frescoes, I see no truth in them. Look at that fat man in blue! He must weigh as much as I do, and he is shooting into the sky like an air- balloon.

I would rather go up to heaven by myself than be pushed by cherubs:

Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch, not by sound alone, did she come to her desire.

And don't, let me beg you, go with that awful tourist idea that Italy's only a museum of antiquities and art. Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land

For the barrier of language is sometimes a blessed barrier, which only lets pass what is good. Or—to put the thing less cynically—we may be better in new clean words, which have never been tainted by our pettiness or vice.

I'm not ashamed. I don't apologize. But it has frightened you, and you may not have noticed that I love you.

If you leave the line, you leave a gap in the line

È una stanza rovinata dagli uomini nel tentativo di renderla bella per le donne. Gli uomini non sanno quello che vogliamo.

Mr. Bebee had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise.

He will work off his crudities in time. I rather mistrust young men who slip into life gracefully.

But his heart had lit never to be quenched again, and one thing in him at last was real.

Ç?kan ses zarars?z olabilir, ama yank? daima kötüdür.

Self-pity? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage.

Nor did he realize a more important point - that if she was too great for this society she was too great for all society, and had reached the stage where personal intercourse would alone satisfy her.

And think how he has been brought up-, free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God.

Creative writers are always greater than the causes that they represent.

to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills…

She asked if she could pray for her 'new father'—for the Italian!" "Did you let her?" "I got up without saying anything." "You must have felt just as you did when I wanted to pray for the devil." "He is the devil," cried Harriet. "No, Harriet; he is too vulgar.

Okuyucunun "Genç k?z Emerson'u seviyor" diye bir sonuca varmas? için her ÅŸey aç?kça ortada. EÄŸer okuyucu Lucy'nin yerinde olsayd?, durum bu kadar aç?k olmayacakt?. Hayat? yaÅŸad?ktan sonra yazmak kolayd?r, ama bizzat yaÅŸamak sersemleticidir ve arzular?m?z? gözden gizleyecek "sinir bozukluÄŸu" veya herhangi bir baÅŸka bahaneyi sevinçle kar??lar?z.

La vida es muy fácil contarla, pero enfurecedora practicarla, y damos la bienvenida a los "nervios" o a algún esquema que se adapte a nuestro personal deseo.

We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it.

The Machine proceeds - but not to our goal.

Then, half ashamed, hald joyful, she murmured 'O Machine! O Machine' and raised the volume to her lips. Thrice she kissed it, thrice inclined her head, thrice she felt the delirium of acquiescence.

Deprived of support it perished or was re-absorbed into the part of the mind that seldom speaks.