Violets

I just finished reading A Room with a View by E.M. Forster at the recommendation of a friend (thanks, Angela!) and truly enjoyed it. It was exactly the kind of book that I felt like reading–youth, beauty, travel, and of course, love. I wanted to share a beautiful scene and a few quotes I liked from the book. I hope you enjoy. ^_^

Encyclopedia Britannica, 1911

From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying around the tree stems, collecting into pools of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth. Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone. George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw a radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.

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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.

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We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. By why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another and work and rejoice. I don’t believe in this world sorrow.

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It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

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…when the whole world was singing and the air ran into the mouth like wine…

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In her heart also there are springing up strange desires. She too is enamored by heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the 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.

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

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Ah, the world is too much for us.

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Though life is very glorious, it is difficult. ‘Life,’ wrote a friend of mine, ‘is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.’

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“I taught him,” he quavered, “to trust in love. I said: ‘When love comes, that is reality.” I said: ‘Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.’”

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The world is certainly full of beautiful things, if only I could come across them.

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Youth enwrapped them; the song of Phaethon announced passion requited, love attained. But they were conscious of a love more mysterious than this. The song died away; they heard the river, bearing down the snows of winter in to the Mediterranean.

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…she reflected that it is impossible to foretell the future with any degree of accuracy, that it is impossible to rehearse life. A fault in the scenery, a face in the audience, an irruption of the audience on to the stage, and all our carefully planned gestures mean nothing, or mean too much.

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That evening and all that night the water ran away. On the morrow the pool had shrunk to its old size and lost its glory. It had been a call to the blood and to the relaxed will, a passing benediction whose influence did not pass, a holiness, a spell, a momentary chalice for youth.

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One thought on “Violets”

  1. this is my favorite!
    “It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”

    ahh i just wrote about something similar (on my journey into blogging, yet again)…you can be one of the special people who gets to read it now lol
    http://likethatbutbetter.blogspot.com/

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