One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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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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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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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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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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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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