336 Quotes by E.M. Forster

In other words, they belong to types that could fall in love, but couldn't live together.

Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.

A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood—a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved.

Everything seems just alike in these days.

Live in fragments no longer, only connect.

He was a good average Englishman who had slipped.

She and the victim seemed alone in a world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

To them Howards End was a house; they could not know that to her it had been a spirit, for which she sought a spiritual heir. And—pushing one step farther in these mists—may they not have decided even better than they supposed? Is it credible that the possessions of the spirit can be bequeathed at all? Has the soul offspring? A wych-elm tree, a vine, a wisp of hay with dew on it—can passion for such things be transmitted where there is no bond of blood?

Did he at all know where he wanted to live? Tibby didn't know that he did know. Did he at all know what he wanted to do? He was equally uncertain, but when pressed remarked that he should prefer to be quite free of any profession.