But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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She 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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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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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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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