For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D. H. LAWRENCEThose that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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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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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 love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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There’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.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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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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