There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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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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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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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.
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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 fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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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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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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