You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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