Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
E. M. ForsterRead
I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses deep affection and admiration for someone, highlighting their beauty in various aspects.
E. M. Forster's quote captures the essence of profound love and admiration, illustrating a holistic appreciation for a person. It emphasizes that beauty is not just in physical appearance but includes voice, personality, and the environment surrounding the beloved, creating a sense of complete adoration.
Themes
LoveBeautyAdmirationAffectionConnection
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic speech or letter.
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