One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. LAWRENCESleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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