Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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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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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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–
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