I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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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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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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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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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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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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