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. LAWRENCEVitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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.
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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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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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