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.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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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 you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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