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?
D. H. LAWRENCEDon’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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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