Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D. H. LAWRENCEThe 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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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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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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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