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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

D. H. Lawrence

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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Alive Book Bright Life Man
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
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
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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Herself Woman
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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Feeling Money Myself Peace Poison
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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Depression Health Life Yourself
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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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
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
Love 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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Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
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.
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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
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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Hate Herself Live Word
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Discover Hate Love Myself
She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Herself Wait Woman
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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Fall Hard Time Inspirational Live
It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Hot Passion Talk Word Yourself
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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Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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Creation Story Trust
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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Goodness Happiness Live Yourself
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself
Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Animal Goodness True
The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Beauty Food Human Need Soul

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

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