There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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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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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 never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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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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