We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. LAWRENCEThings 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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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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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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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