I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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