336 Quotes by E.M. Forster

Durham sentou-se no chão fora do seu alcance. Era fim de tarde. Os sons de Maio, os aromas de Cambridge em flor, entravam flutuando pela janela e diziam a Maurice, «Tu não nos mereces.» Sentia-se meio morto, um estranho, um labrego em Atenas. Não tinha nada que estar aqui, ou ter um amigo assim.- Durham.Durham aproximou-se. Maurice estendeu uma mão e sentiu a cabeça aconchegar-se nela. Esqueceu-se do que ia dizer. Os sons e os aromas segredavam, «Tu és nós, nós somos a juventude.»

The story that is a story and sounded so healthy and stood no nonsense cannot sincerely lead to any conclusion but the grave.

But it was the stupidity of passion, which would rather have nothing than a little.

Now it is all dark. Now Beauty and Passion seem never to have existed. I know. But remember the mountains over Florence and the view...

She was not a Christian in the accepted sense; she did not believe that God had ever worked among us as a young artisan.

I have myself to face a world which is tragic without becoming tragic myself.

I swear from the bottom of my heart I want to be healed. I want to be like other men, not this outcast whom nobody wants.

You've not been content to dream, as we have.

Food, the stoking-up process, the keeping alive of an individual flame, the process that begins before birth and is continued after it by the mother, and finally taken over by the individual himself, who goes on day after day putting an assortment of objects into a hole in his face without becoming surprised or bored.