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.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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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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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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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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