A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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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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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Vitally, 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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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