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.
D. H. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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