One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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!
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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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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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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