Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere’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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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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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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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 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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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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