Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
D. H. LAWRENCESleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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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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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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