Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
D. H. LAWRENCEAnd besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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