E. M. Forster
E. M. Forster
Edward Morgan Forster OM CHwas an English novelist, short story writer, essayist and librettist. He is known best for his ironic and well-plotted novels examining class difference and hypocrisy in early 20th-century British society. Forster's humanistic impulse toward understanding and sympathy may be aptly summed up in the epigraph to his 1910 novel Howards End: "Only connect ... ". His 1908 novel, A Room with a View, is his most optimistic work, while A Passage to Indiabrought him his greatest success. He was...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 January 1879
Excuse my mistakes, realize my limitations. Life is not easy as we know it on the earth.
He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved.
The bully and the victim never quite forget their first relations.
It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
The crime of suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind.
One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!
The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.
Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others.
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!
It is never possible for a novelist to deny time inside the fabric of his novel: he must cling, however lightly, to the thread of his story, he must touch the interminable tapeworm, otherwise he becomes unintelligible, which, in his case, is a blunder.
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.
Science explained people, but could not understand them. After long centuries among the bones and muscles it might be advancing to knowledge of the nerves, but this would never give understanding