The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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We fucked a flame into being.
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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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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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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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