Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
D. H. LAWRENCESometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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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.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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