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.
D. H. LAWRENCEA man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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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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