E.M. Forster, A Room With a View

Saturday, 16 Apr 2022

Quote 1:

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.”

Quote 2:

‘Yes, for we fight for more than Love or Pleasure: there is Truth. Truth counts, Truth does count.’

Quote 3: 

…by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes – a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.

Quote 4:

“Life,” wrote a friend of mine, “is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.”

Quote 5:

There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but she still lingers in our midst. She reigned in many an early Victorian castle, and was queen of much early Victorian song. It is sweet to protect her in the intervals of business, sweet to pay her honour when she has cooked our dinner well. But alas! The creature grows degenerate. In her heart also there are springing up strange desires. She too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of sea. She has marked the kingdom of this world, how full it is of wealth, and beauty, and war – a radiant crust, built around the central fires, spinning towards the receding heavens. Men, declaring that she inspires them to it, move joyfully over the surface, having the most delightful meetings with other men, happy, not because they are masculine, but because they are alive. Before the show breaks up she would like to drop the august title of the Eternal Woman, and go there as her transitory self.


Pip Williams, The Bookbinder of Jericho

Jane Eyre. It was an Oxford World's Classics edition. Similar to the one we owned and similarly worn from constant handling. There was a difference between a book that was regularly opened and a book that was not. The smell, the resistance of the spine, the ease with...

Anna Funder, All That I Am

Quote 1: "The beauty of this city is too elemental, too fecund and raw, to be tamed by mere money. Though the financiers and bankers and dot.com millionaires hug the shoreline, their topiary palaces and towered developments will never conquer this landscape....

Elizabeth Strout, Lucy by the Sea

Quote 1: The weather stayed awful almost all of the time. Cold and brown and windy. But one day in the middle of April the sun came out and William and I walked out on the rocks–it was low tide–and then we walked to a closed store that was the only other building out...

Tim Winton, Cloudstreet

"Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with...

Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed as a common pulse…To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars past earthly objects, which is perceptible in a few minutes of stillness, or by the better outlook upon space that a hill affords, or by the wind, or by the solitude; but whatever be its origin the impression of riding along is vivid and abiding…

Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

Quote 1:
Months passed, winter easing gently into place, as southern winters do. The sun, warm as a blanket, wrapped Kya’s shoulders, coaxing her deeper into the marsh…

Jaclyn Moriarty, gravity is the thing

Quote 1:  ‘Kierkegaard thinks that music begins where language ends,’ Finnegan said. ‘Beyond language—or when language reaches its peak—you get music.’  I considered that. ‘I can’t believe we’re talking about Kierkegaard,’ I said. ‘You’re not. I am. And the...

Alexander McCall Smith, The Joy and Light Bus Company

Mma Potokwani was watching her friend… ‘Dear friend,’ she said, ‘of course I shall help you. Of course, I shall. And we shall start tomorrow, first thing. After breakfast, that is.’ ‘I would never do anything before breakfast,’ said Mma Ramotswe. And they both...

Janet Skeslian Charles, The Paris Library

Grief is a sea made of your own tears. Salty swells cover the dark depths you must swim at your own pace. It takes time to build stamina. Some days, my arms sliced through the water, and I felt things would be okay, the shore wasn’t so far off. Then one memory, one...

Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

Quote 1: When I looked up through the web of trees, the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin and the moon was my heart beating up there in the dark. Quote 2: … what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like...