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.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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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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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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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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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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