She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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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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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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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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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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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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