Quotes from E.M. Forster

England 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.

And as her love revived, so did her capacity for suffering. Life, more important, grew more bitter.

Yes, oh dear, yes, the novel tells a story.

One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.

The wonderful things are over

Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.

This episode, which she thought so sordid, and which was so tragic for him, remained supremely beautiful. To such a height was he lifted that without regret he could now have told her that he was her worshipper too. But what was the use of telling her? For all the wonderful things had happened. 'Thank you,' was all that he permitted himself. 'Thank you for everything.

I hope to risk things all my life." "Oh, Margaret, most dangerous." "But after all," she continued with a smile, "there's never any great risk as long as you have money." "Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!" "Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none.

He was driven to use the prerogatives of his profession, to act the parson.

He and Evie soon fell into a conversation of the "No, I didn't; yes, you did" type—conversation which, although fascinating to those who are engaged in it, neither desires nor deserves the attention of others.

Never mind what lies behind Death, Mr. Bast, but be sure that the poet and the musician and the tramp will be happier in it than the man who has never learnt to say, 'I am I.

Your soul, dear Lucy! I hate the word now, because of all the cant with which superstition has wrapped it round. But we have souls, and I see you ruining yours. I cannot bear it.

She never saw it again. Day and night the river flows down into England, day after day the sun retreats into the Welsh mountains, and the tower chimes: 'See the Conquering Hero.' But the Wilcoxes have no part in the place, nor in any place. It is not their names that recur in the parish register. It is not their ghosts that sigh among the alders at evening. They have swept into the valley and swept out of it, leaving a little dust and a little money behind.

Durham no podía esperar. La gente los rodeaba, pero con ojos que se habían vuelto intensamente azules murmuró: —Que te amo. Maurice se escandalizó, se horrorizó. Se estremeció hasta las raíces de su alma burguesa, y exclamó:"¡Oh, maldición!" Las palabras, los gestos, surgían de él antes de que pudiera evitarlo.

While behavior is almost always motivated, it is also almost always biologically, culturally and situationally determined as well.

Then Maurice said in affectionate yet dejected tones, 'All right. To Hell with it,' and they passed on together in the rain.

Amaba a los hombres y siempre los había amado. Ansiaba abrazarlos, mezclar con el de ellos su ser. Ahora que había perdido al hombre que correspondía a su amor, admitía aquello.

Because we think it improves our characters. But he is kind to people because he loves them; and they find him out, and are offended, or frightened.

The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

It's a chance in a thousand we've met, we'll never have the chance again and you know it. Stay with me. We love each other.

Anne looked disapproval, but she felt she had entrusted her hundred pounds to the right sort of stock broker.

The world," she thought, "is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.

Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.

Are Indians cowards? No, but they are bad starters and occasionally jib. Fear is everywhere; the British Raj rests on it.