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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThey stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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