I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCEI like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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But 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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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 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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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