They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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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 no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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