When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEUsed to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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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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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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 little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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