Quotes from E.M. Forster

He is the sort who are all right so long as they keep to things—books, pictures—but kill when they come to people.

Creamos la Máquina para que actuase según nuestra voluntad, pero ya no somos capaces de hacer que la Máquina se someta a ella. Nos ha robado el sentido del espacio y el sentido del tacto, ha disuelto las relaciones humanas y ha reducido el amor a un mero acto carnal, ha paralizado nuestros cuerpos y nuestra voluntad y ahora nos conmina a adorarla. La Máquina se desarrolla, pero no a nuestro servicio.

Entä ellet sanoisi mitään?" ehdotti dekaani. "Etten sanoisi mitään? Hirvittävää. Olette järjiltänne." "Puhutteko te sitten aina, jos sopii kysyä?" tiedusteli Chapman. Risley sanoi, että asia oli niin. "Ettekö koskaan väsy puhumiseen?" "En koskaan.

Every moment of his life he's forming you, telling you what's charming or amusing or ladylike, telling you what a man thinks womanly; and you, you of all women, listen to his voice instead of to your own.

man that is born of a woman must go with a woman if the human race is to continue" - sense of prejudice towards homosexuality

Man, the flower of all flesh, the noblest of all creatures visible, man who had once made god in his image, and had mirrored his strength on the constellations, beautiful naked man was dying, strangled in the garments that he had woven.

The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what I feel. Oh, if others resembled you!

He looked at her, instead of through her, for the first time since they were engaged.

We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It was robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation... it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it... The Machine proceeds--but not to our goal.. if it could work without us, it would let us die

The night received her, as it had received Miss Bartlett thirty years before.

my job's Education. I believe in teaching people to be individuals, and to understand other individuals. It's the only thing I do believe in.

There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light," he continued in measured tones. "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm — yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.

Nor am I concerned with duty. I'm concerned with the characters of various people whom we know, and how, things being as they are, things may be made a little better.

I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you wanted me to choose myself, and that's that. We're not pleasant in India, and we don't intend to be pleasant. We've something more important to do.

Petty unselfishness," she repeated. "I had got an idea that every one here spent their lives in making little sacrifices for objects they didn't care for, to please people they didn't love; that they never learnt to be sincere—and, what's as bad, never learnt how to enjoy themselves.

Granted the exceptions, he agreed that all Englishwomen are haughty and venal.

Yes, for we fight for more than Love or Pleasure; there is Truth. Truth counts, Truth does count.

beacon in the roaring tides of darkness.

To speak against London is no longer fashionable. The earth as an artistic cult has had its day, and the literature of the near future will probably ignore the country and seek inspiration from the town.

Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians.

Tibby, for all his defects, had a genuine personality.

Oh, my dears, what do you think? You'll never guess. A woman's been here asking me for her husband. Her what ?" (Helen was fond of supplying her own surprise.) "Yes, for her husband, and it really is so.

The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained.