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.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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