There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCEHe worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about 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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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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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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 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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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