They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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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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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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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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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.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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