A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe human soul needs beauty more than bread.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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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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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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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 only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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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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