Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
D. H. LAWRENCENever was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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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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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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