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

D. H. Lawrence

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
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
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fear Myself Reality
Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Alone Leaving Myself Yourself
Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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Book Herself Kind People Reading
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Beautiful Freedom Love Woman
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Money Myself Peace Poison
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Beyond Flower Humanity Wings
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fall Love Moon Myself
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself
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. LAWRENCE

Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
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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Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Marriage Sin Yourself
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Lonely Lost Myself People Space

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