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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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