182 "Em Forster" Quotes And Sayings

E.M. Forster was born Edmund Morgan Forster on August 18, 1879 in Wellington, Somerset, England, the son of George Forster, a barrister, and his wife Emily Morgan. The family moved to London where he spent his childhood. He studied at the Harrow School in London and at Trinity College at Cambridge University Read more

While attending Trinity College he became involved with the Apostles Society which had formed in 1882 by undergraduates to promote lectures and debates on academic subjects. After graduating from Cambridge he was accepted to Christ's College, Cambridge, to study for a degree in mathematics but abandoned that plan. He then continued his studies at Cambridge while also teaching mathematics at Wellington College until 1902, when he left to tour Europe. On May 29, 1903, Forster married Mary Blathwayt Robarts (1881–1951), daughter of Edward Robarts, M.P., an editor of "The Times".

They had three children: Morgan Forster (1907–1945), Christopher Pemberton (1910–1939) and Ruth Mary (1912–2004). After returning to England from his travels in 1904, he devoted himself full-time to writing. Forster's first novel was published in 1915 under the pseudonym Morgan Robertson after Robertson's success with the same pen name. His novel "Howards End" appeared in 1910 and was published under his own name in 1911.

It is an exploration of human relationships based on class differences between well-to-do families living near each other in early 20th century London. Forster's experiences as a prisoner of war during World War I inspired his next work "The Longest Journey", about a female protagonist who escapes her stifling upper class life in England by joining the French Resistance during World War II. The book sold more than four million copies in English alone and was adapted into a successful film in 1992 starring Kate Winslet and Jeremy Irons among others. Forster became an American citizen on June 6, 1956; he died on July 25, 1970 in Norfolk, Virginia. He was cremated and his ashes were interred at Ivy Hill Cemetery near Charlottesville, Virginia where his wife is buried alongside him. On November 1–2, 1925 Forster gave two lectures at Harvard University entitled "Why I Wrote As I Did" which were later published as "Concerning the Abuses of Words" (1926).

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It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. E.m. Forster
This desire to govern a woman -- it lies very deep, and men and women must fight it together.... But I do love you surely in a better way then he does." He thought. "Yes -- really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms. E.m. Forster
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine. E.m. Forster
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death. E.m. Forster
Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along. E.m. Forster
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but...
Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon. E.m. Forster
If I had to choose between betraying my country and...
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country. E.m. Forster
Culture had worked in her own case, but during the last few weeks she had doubted whether it humanized the majority, so wide and so widening is the gulf that stretches between the natural and the philosophic man, so many the good chaps who are wrecked in trying to cross it. E.m. Forster
Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born...
Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them. E.m. Forster
Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him.
Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. E.m. Forster
She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they have yielded to the only enemy that matters – the enemy within. They have sinned against passion and truth, and vain will be their strife after virtue. As the years pass, they are censured. Their pleasantry and their piety show cracks, their wit becomes cynicism, their unselfishness hypocrisy; they feel and produce discomfort wherever they go. E.m. Forster
It is so difficult - at least, I find it...
It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth. E.m. Forster
The business man who assumes that this life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the truth. "Yes, I see, dear; it's about halfway between, " Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not halfway between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to ensure sterility. E.m. Forster
The human mind is not a dignified organ, and I do not see how we can exercise it sincerely except through eclecticism. And the only advice I would offer my fellow eclectics is: "Do not be proud of your inconsistency. It is a pity, it is a pity that we should be equipped like this. It is a pity that Man cannot be at the same time impressive and truthful. E.m. Forster
We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky. E.m. Forster
While the Gods are powerful, we learn little about them....
While the Gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in their day of decadence that a strong light beats into heaven. E.m. Forster
The advance of regret can be so gradual that it...
The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not. E.m. Forster
After all, is not a real Hell better than a...
After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven? E.m. Forster
He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for...
He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed. E.m. Forster
They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and sky were theirs, not the timorous millions' who own stuffy little boxes, but never their own souls. E.m. Forster