I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
D. H. LAWRENCEA little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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