You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
D. H. LAWRENCEI 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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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.
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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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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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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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