One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
D. H. LAWRENCEHe worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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 would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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