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.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen 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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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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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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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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