For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
D. H. LAWRENCEAs we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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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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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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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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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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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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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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