When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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.
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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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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 thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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