I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCEThat’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Don’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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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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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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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