What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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 like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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