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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.

D. H. Lawrence

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Herself Wait Woman
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Born Children Hope
Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Creation Story Trust
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Alone People Reality Togetherness World
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
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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Myself Sorry Wild
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save
All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Secret Sex
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Flower Heart Lost Save
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Decision Deep Dream Myself Philosophy Result Thinking

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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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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