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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.

D. H. Lawrence

Only youth has a taste of immortality.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Forever Mortal Taste Youth
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 dead don’t die. They look on and help.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Help See Spiritual
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
Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Creation Story Trust
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
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fall Love Moon Myself
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Love Search Seek
Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Book Herself Kind People Reading
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Herself Shame Woman
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Creation Flower Nature
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Kind Laugh Oneself War World
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

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

People Wonderful
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
D. H. LAWRENCE

Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Flower Heart Lost Save

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