E.M. Forster Quote

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

Tulips were a tray of jewels.

Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearn...

Standing each by his monster, they looked at each other, and smiled

How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself—hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for...

London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was...

How do I know what I think until I see what I say?

Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them pas...

Ladies sheltering behind men, men sheltering behind servants - the whole system's wrong, and she must challenge it.