I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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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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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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