How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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They 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.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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There’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.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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