Only youth has a taste of immortality.
D. H. LAWRENCEGive up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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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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