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.
D. H. LAWRENCEBut humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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