“Life's very difficult and full of surprises. At all events, I've got as far as that. To be humble and kind, to go straight ahead, to love people rather than pity them, to remember the submerged--well, one can't do all these things at once, worse luck, because they're so contradictory. It's then that proportion comes in--to live by proportion. Don't begin with proportion. Only prigs do that. Let proportion come in as a last resource, when the better things have failed...”
In this quote by E.M. Forster, the author reflects on the complexities and contradictions of life. He acknowledges the challenges of striving to be humble, kind, and compassionate while also recognizing the need to maintain a sense of proportion. Forster suggests that one cannot always achieve all these noble qualities simultaneously and that one must prioritize and adjust accordingly. He warns against starting with proportion, as this may lead one to become rigid and judgmental. Instead, he advises allowing proportion to guide one when other virtues have been exhausted. This quote underscores the importance of balance and flexibility in navigating life's challenges and relationships.
In today's fast-paced and often chaotic world, the words of E.M. Forster still hold true. The idea of living with humility, kindness, and love for others is timeless. However, he also acknowledges the challenge of balancing these virtues and the importance of finding proportion in our actions. This notion of striving for balance and proportion in our lives can serve as a valuable reminder for individuals seeking to navigate the complexities of the modern world.
In E.M. Forster's quote, he emphasizes the importance of living life with humility, kindness, and love for others. He acknowledges that these values may sometimes contradict each other, but ultimately, it is about finding the right balance and living by proportion. Forster suggests that rather than starting with proportion, we should prioritize qualities such as humility and kindness, and only turn to proportion as a last resort.
In light of E.M. Forster's words about the complexities and contradictions of life, consider the following reflection questions:
In what ways do you struggle to balance being humble and kind with going straight ahead in life?
How do you navigate showing love towards others while also recognizing the struggles they face?
Can you identify a time when you had to prioritize certain values or actions over others due to their contradicting nature?
How do you incorporate the concept of proportion into your decision-making process?
Reflect on a situation where you had to rely on proportion as a last resort after other approaches failed.
“I only know what it is that's wrong with him; not why it is."And what is it?" asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.The old trouble; things won't fit."What things?"The things of the universe. It's quite true. They don't."Oh Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?"In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said: "'From far, from eve and morning, And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I."George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all of life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world of sorrow.”
“He was not sure, but liked it. It recurred when they met suddenly or had been silent. It beckoned to him across intellect, saying, "This is all very well, you're clever, we know—but come!" It haunted him so that he watched for it while his brain and tongue were busy, and when it came he felt himself replying, "I'll come—I didn't know.""You can't help yourself now. You must come.""I don't want to help myself.""Come then."He did come. He flung down all the barriers—not at once, for he did not live in a house that can be destroyed in a day.”
“…”The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them. It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people! The queerest people! For our part we liked them, didn’t we?” He appealed to Lucy. “There was a great scene over some violets. They picked violets and filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. Poor little ladies! So shocked and so pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine’s great stories. ‘My dear sister loves flowers,’ it began. They found the whole room a mass of blue — vases and jugs — and the story ends with ‘So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful.’ It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets.”…”
“It is only that people are far more different than is pretended. All over the world men and women are worrying because they cannot develop as they are supposed to develop. Here and there they have the matter out, and it comforts them. Don't fret yourself, Helen. Develop what you have; love your child. I do not love children. I am thankful to have none. I can play with their beauty and charm, but that is all - nothing real, not one scrap of what there ought to be. And others - others go farther still, and move outside humanity altogether. A place, as well as a person, may catch the glow. Don't you see that all this leads to comfort in the end? It is part of the battle against sameness. Differences - eternal differences, planted by God in a single family, so that there may always be colour; sorrow, perhaps, but colour in the daily grey.”
“Because a thing is going strong now, it need not go strong for ever,' she said. 'This craze for motion has only set in during the last hundred years. It may be followed by a civilization that won't be a movement, because it will rest on the earth. All the signs are against it now, but I can't help hoping.”
“If we lived for ever, what you say would be true. But we have to die, we have to leave life presently. Injustice and greed would be the real thing if we lived for ever. As it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. I love death - not morbidly, but because He explains. He shows me the emptiness of Money. Death and Money are the eternal foes. Not Death and Life. . . . Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. Behind the coffins and the skeletons that stay the vulgar mind lies something so immense that all that is great in us responds to it. Men of the world may recoil from the charnel-house that they will one day enter, but Love knows better. Death is his foe, but his peer, and in their age-long struggle the thews of Love have been strengthened, and his vision cleared, until there is no one who can stand against him.”