But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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’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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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