Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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He 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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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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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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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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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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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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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