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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

D. H. Lawrence

There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself
What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Existence Eyes Mindset See
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Body Fear Mindset Resistance
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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Flower Love Yourself
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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Alone People Reality Togetherness
Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Alone Leaving Myself Yourself
Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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Civilization Education Life Money
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Kill Soul
What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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Lying Poet Thinking
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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Laughter Ourselves Philosophy Touch

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

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