Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCEGive up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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