At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what...– E. M. Forster, A Room With a View (via oceanofcrystals)
Of course, it must be a wonderful building. But how like a barn! And how cold!...– Lucy, A Room With a View (via thesearethethingsthatilike)
Was this the reception his action would get from the whole world? Of course, he...– E. M. Forster, A Room With a View (via oceanofcrystals)
Mom doesn’t like me playing Beethoven. She says I’m always peevish afterwards.– Lucy Honeychurch in A Room With a View (via kookaboora)
It is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is...– A Room with a View, E.M. Forster. (via daringescapes)
But things that are indelicate can sometimes be beautiful.– A Room With A View (via thistallmisslate)
He’s the sort who can’t know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn’t...– George from the movie A Room With a View (via toomanyflowers-toolittlefruit)
The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom...– E. M. Forster, A Room with a View (via ululationsofthenewzeitgeist)
At the side of the everlasting why there is a yes and a yes and a yes!– Mr. Emerson, A Room With a View (via yourneighborhoodpixie)
A Beautiful Dialogue from 'A Room with a View'...
Lucy: 'Mr Emerson, go out of this house and don't come back into it again as long as I live here.'
George: 'I can't.'
Lucy: 'No discussion. Go please. I don't want to call on Mr. Vyse.'
George: 'Don't tell me you're going to marry that man!'
Lucy: 'Don't be ridiculous.'
George: 'I would've held back if your Cecil had been a different sort of fellow, but he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman! He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box, something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.'
You must forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.– Cecil Vyse, A Room with a View (via rensing)