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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.

D. H. Lawrence

What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Existence Eyes Mindset See
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Beautiful Freedom Love Woman
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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Beautiful Empty People World Yourself
Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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People Wonderful
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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Hate Herself Live Word
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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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
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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Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
We fucked a flame into being.
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One Liner Reality Sex
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
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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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
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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Lying Poet Thinking

I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.

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