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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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