She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
D. H. LAWRENCELife is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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