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. LAWRENCEGive up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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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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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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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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