As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
D. H. LAWRENCEBe still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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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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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 novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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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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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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