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.
D. H. LAWRENCESleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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I 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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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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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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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.
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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