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.
D. H. LAWRENCEA woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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 fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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 liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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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