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. LAWRENCEIf I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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