Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
E. M. ForsterRead
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
Interpretation
Life's essence includes the bittersweet reality of unreciprocated love.
E. M. Forster reflects on the nature of life and love, suggesting that much of our existence is shaped by the moments when love is not returned. This poignancy encapsulates the beauty and sadness inherent in human relationships, highlighting how these fleeting experiences contribute to the overall tapestry of life.
In practice
In a speech about the complexity of human emotions, one might quote Forster to illustrate the dual nature of love.
Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
Oxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another.
The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance.
One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her β for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
Now love's the only thing that's free /We must take it where it's found /Pretty soon it may be costly
A lot of times I've reached my hand out to people in the gay community that just didn't have nobody to help them when they were down and out.
To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
Feelings dwell in man; but man dwells in his love. That is no metaphor, but the actual truth. Love does not cling to the I in such a way as to have the Thou only for its " content," its object; but love is between I and Thou. The man who does not know this, with his very being know this, does not know love; even though he ascribes to it the feelings he lives through, experiences, enjoys, and expresses.
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