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?
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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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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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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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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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