Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
D. H. LAWRENCEPerhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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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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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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