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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

D. H. Lawrence

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?
D. H. LAWRENCE

Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Alive Book Bright Life Man
Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Creation Story Trust
Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Book Herself Kind People Reading
But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Animal Beyond Flower Humanity Wings
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Secret Sex
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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Game Important Old People
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man World
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Fear Myself Reality
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Art Instagram Captions Myself Self Love
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man Revenge Woman

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