There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCEAs we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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