I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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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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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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