The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
D. H. LAWRENCEI like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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 was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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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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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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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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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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