If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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