Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
D. H. LAWRENCEA woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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