Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
D. H. LAWRENCE- Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCEA man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
D. H. LAWRENCEMoney poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Those 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. 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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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What 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. 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.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
D. H. LAWRENCELife is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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.
D. H. LAWRENCENever 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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
D. H. LAWRENCEFor God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
D. H. LAWRENCEPerhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
D. H. LAWRENCEMan is a mistake. He must go.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
D. H. LAWRENCEYou’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCENow go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
D. H. LAWRENCEI fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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