That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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