Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D. H. LAWRENCEThey 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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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