Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
D. H. LAWRENCEI like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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