Maurice-novel Quote by E.M. Forster Download Open image ““Maurice hated cricket. It demanded a snickety neatness he could not supply.”” — E.M. Forster ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Maurice-novel
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“Puck was a genuine pain in the butt, but he had powers and those powers made him useful.” — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
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“Maurice was scandalized, horrified. He was shocked to the bottom of his suburban soul....” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
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“He adored competing but didn't want you to know he'd ever worked at it.” — H.W. Brands Copy Share Image
“He had always disliked what he could easily have; he had a passion for the untouched.” — Rumer Godden Copy Share Image
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“She gave up trying to understand herself, and the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
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“I believe in aristocracy, though -- if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power,… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Oh, what's the use of your fairmindedness if you never decide for yourself? Anyone gets hold of you and makes you do what they… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“You mean that a Frenchman could share with a friend and yet not go to prison?’ ‘Share? Do you mean unite? If both are… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“He had said it bravely, and that is why one can trust Beethoven when he says other things.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“He whispered: ‘Is it this? Is this possible? I’ll put a marvel to you. That your cousin has always hoped. That from the very… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.” — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Because a thing is going strong now, it need not go strong for ever,' she said. 'This craze for motion has only set in… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
“To ascend, to stretch a hand up the mountainside until a hand catches it, was the end for which he had been born.” — E M Forster Copy Share Image
“So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn't his middle name (that would be 'Morgan'), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his… — Michael Levenson Copy Share Image
“I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction… — E.M. Forster Copy Share Image
