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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.

D. H. Lawrence

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCE

People Wonderful
I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Money Myself Peace Poison
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Alive Book Bright Life Man
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
Man is a mistake. He must go.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Hate Herself Live Word
You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Believe Beyond Future Power Yourself
I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Herself Himself Love Togetherness
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man World
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
D. H. LAWRENCE

Myself Sorry Wild
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Herself Shame Woman
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Evil Passionate Worst
You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
D. H. LAWRENCE

Depression Health Life Yourself
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fall Love Moon Myself

She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.

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