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

D. H. Lawrence

That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Oneself Philsophy Place World
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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Flower Heart Lost Save
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Alone Leaving Myself Yourself
We fucked a flame into being.
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One Liner Reality Sex
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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Act Sea Sex
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
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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Civilization Education Life Money
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Kill Soul
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself

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

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