For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhat 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 loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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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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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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