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–
D. H. LAWRENCEIt’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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