Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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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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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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