Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCEThat’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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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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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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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