They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
D. H. LAWRENCEHe 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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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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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