It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
D. H. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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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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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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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’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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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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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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