Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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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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