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. LAWRENCEI like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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