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.
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 beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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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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