All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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