You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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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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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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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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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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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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