Only youth has a taste of immortality.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf 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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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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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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 can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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