A Quote by E. M. Forster

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum. — © E. M. Forster
Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.
It was kind of like songwriter's boot camp. You had to produce. You had to produce fast. You had to learn.
I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.
Politeness is fictitious benevolence. Depend upon it, the want of it never fails to produce something disagreeable to one or other.
Democracy is like blowing your nose. You may not do it well, but it's something you ought to do yourself.
When time marches on, it steps on your nose and tail, and leaves boot prints down your back.
There is a certain amount of politeness here in America, which is probably more than just politeness.
You can do a lot more with weapons and politeness than just politeness.
Politeness only teaches us to save others from unnecessary pain.... You are not bound by politeness to tell any falsehoods.
I love a good boot, I'm such a New York girl. I can wear a boot all year round.
What is politeness in the home but the outcome of affection and self-respect, and the suppression of all those natural instincts of self-seeking that, allowed their way, produce the worst manners in the world?
You go to the draft board and think, 'Here's a nose tackle. Who needs a nose tackle?' Well, eight teams in front of you need a nose tackle, and there's two nose tackles. It's something you have to figure out where you can get the players to play in your system.
If you put out 20 films, you hope that a number are successful. It's like human reproduction versus frog reproduction. Frogs produce thousands and hope a few succeed. Humans don't produce many babies but put a lot of energy into them, which is kind of where we are. They still don't always succeed, but you try a lot harder.
Yes, I’m a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends,” said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn’t moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.
What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.
You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
I was keen on sports-that's how my nose got this way. It's not actually broken; the nose was just pushed up a little bit and moved over. It's an aquiline nose, quite Irish.
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