I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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