All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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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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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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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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