Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
D. H. LAWRENCEMankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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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.
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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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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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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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