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?
D. H. LAWRENCENow go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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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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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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