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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.

D. H. Lawrence

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
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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Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
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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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
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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Be Yourself Change Herself Improvement
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Kill Soul
One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Book Emotion Present Sick
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
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.
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Deal Goodness Journey Learning Love Oneself Soul Suffering
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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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Beautiful Freedom Love Woman
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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Alone People Reality Togetherness
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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Depression Health Life Yourself
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
They 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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Freedom Goodness Live Man Philosophy Woman
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Death Flower Myself
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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Fall Hard Time Inspirational Live
What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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Lying Poet Thinking
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Fear Myself Reality
Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Love Search Seek

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