She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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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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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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?
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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 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.
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