Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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 I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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