Room With A View Quotes by Willis George Emerson, E. M. Forster, Jeanette Winterson, Peter York, Ben Dreyfuss, Pema Chodron and many others.
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.
Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
… there are shadows because there are hills.
I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.
By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes–a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”
If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting–both for us and for her.
I can’t do it. I’ve been here before and it’s not a room with a view. The only power I have is the negative power of withdrawal. If I don’t withdraw I have no power at all. A relationship where one person has no power or negative power, isn’t a relationship, it’s the bond between master and slave.
I won’t be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
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.
Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.
Real writers – serious writers with serious subjects, who earn their living at it – all seem to write in small rooms with that knotty-pine 1974 look on the top-floor rear of their houses. Rooms with views.
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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.
It makes a difference doesn’t it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?
The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.