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.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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