She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCEI love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhat 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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThis is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
D. H. LAWRENCEThey lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere’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.
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.
D. H. LAWRENCELife is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
D. H. LAWRENCEA little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe dead don’t die. They look on and help.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe a good animal,true to your instincts.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe fucked a flame into being.
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