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. LAWRENCEBut 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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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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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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?
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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