love is of the body; not the body, but of the body.
 E. M. Forster, A Room with a View (1908). copy citation

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Author E. M. Forster
Source A Room with a View
Topic love body
Date 1908
Language English
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“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." Lucy began to cry with anger, and though her anger passed away soon, her tears remained. "I only wish poets would say this, too: love is of the body; not the body, but of the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul! Your soul, dear Lucy! I hate the word now, because of all the cant with which superstition has wrapped it round.” source