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.
D. H. LAWRENCEA woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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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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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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