We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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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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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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 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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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 was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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