Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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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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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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