Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEUsed 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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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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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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Their 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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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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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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.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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