Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne 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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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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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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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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