#e m forster

blackthornflower:

“Violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots 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.”

— E. M. Forster, A Room With a View

liefst:

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.

– E. M. Forster, A Room with a View

liefst:

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.

– E. M. Forster, A Room with a View

They had never struggled, and only struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

(based on an illustrated cover of Brideshead Revisited from the 80s)

obsidian-oblivian:

Alec being kissed and lifted off the ground mid-kiss, his arm wrapped around Maurice.

So many scenes in gorgeous film I had to go back and view again (and again and again)

I remember reading from James Wilby that this scene was actually filmed on only day three or four , so they didn’t really even know each other!

They had dinner at a restaurant and spoke on everything but that scene.. James asked “do you think we should just go for it?” And, in Rupert’s typical, wonderful fashion, he just said “yup” and they did it.. James’ actual quote was along the lines of “he stuck his tongue down my throat, and that was the end of that!”

(Rupert also caused the bed to break in the other scene… Good Lord..)

Maurice as a book will always be my favourite and the film was bloody fantastic too! The cast were gorgeously chosen and suited the characters perfectly. Forster would have been so proud.. I even have a tattoo of Forster himself I just love it all

(And this kissing scene at the end makes me cry so much because we didn’t get that in the book, but it was so beautiful I’ve never been more happy that they strayed from the novel )

Photography by Global Annihilation

I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I’m sure I can’t tell you whether the fate’s good or evil. I don’t die — I don’t fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I’m just not there.

~E. M. Forster

woonil-razlib-deactivated202205:

“There’ve only been two fine days. And one fine night”, he added mischievously, surprising himself.

—E. M. Forster, Maurice

be-ing-writer:

“What is fictitious in a novel is not so much the story as the method by which thought develops into action, a method which never occurs in daily life… . History, with its emphasis on external causes, is dominated by the notion of fatality, whereas there is no fatality in the novel; there, everything is founded on human nature, and the dominating feeling is of an existence where everything is intentional, even passions and crimes, even misery.

In daily life we never understand each other, neither complete clairvoyance nor com­plete confessional exists. We know each other approximately, by external signs, and these serve well enough as a basis for society and even for intimacy. But people in a novel can be understood completely by the reader, if the novelist wishes; their inner as well as their outer life can be exposed. And this is why they often seem more definite than characters in history, or even our own friends; we have been told all about them that can be told; even if they are im­perfect or unreal they do not contain any secrets, whereas our friends do and must, mutual secrecy be­ing one of the conditions of life upon this globe.

~ E.M. Forster,Aspects of the Novel

mangledguts-pretending:

the reason why maurice makes me so emotional is that E M Forster wrote it in 1913, knew that it couldn’t be published, held on to it for years and sent it only to his friends, and then after his death Christopher Isherwood, another gay writer made the effort to get it published….and then in 1987 it was directed by another gay man…and now hearing the dedication ‘to a happier year" read out by Ben Whishaw, an openly gay man who’s been married for ten years just makes me feel some type of insane way.