The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
D. H. LAWRENCEI 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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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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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 woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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