M. Forster
M. Forster
hurt mean people
It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.
people like-me has-beens
It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.
retorts niceness
One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!
suicide lying feelings
The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.
luxury people poor
To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.
children people behinds
I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.
oscars wilde unspeakable
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
beautiful children ends
Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.
miles
It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.
regret yesterday today
The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.
lying thinking littles
I think - I think - I think how little they think what lies so near them.
mean gestures too-much
It is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an interruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gesture mean nothing, or mean too much.
crush real adventure
He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was crushing him.
falling-in-love moving fate
I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.