If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
D. H. LAWRENCEInstead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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