They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
D. H. LAWRENCEI love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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