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–
D. H. LAWRENCELove is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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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 fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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