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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

D. H. Lawrence

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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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
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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Hot Passion Talk Word Yourself
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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Human Oneself Philosophy Soul Thinking
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Animal Creation Flower Nature
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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Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
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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Alive Book Bright Life Man
The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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Kill Man Ourselves Right World
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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Alone People Reality Togetherness
He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Fear Himself Oneself People
One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Book Emotion Present Sick
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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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Herself Wait Woman
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

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