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.
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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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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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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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