Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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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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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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