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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.

D. H. Lawrence

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Love Search Seek
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fall Hard Time Inspirational Live
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCE

People Wonderful
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Laughter Ourselves Philosophy Touch
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself
That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Oneself Philsophy Place World
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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Depression Health Life Yourself
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Flower Heart Lost Save
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. LAWRENCE

Alive Book Bright Life Man

It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.

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