Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe 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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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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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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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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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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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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When 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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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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