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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.

D. H. Lawrence

He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Eyes Himself Live
Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Beautiful Freedom Love Woman
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Deep Money Poison Yourself
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man Revenge Woman
He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Born Children Hope
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Humanity Kind Philosophy
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Act Sea Sex
Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
D. H. LAWRENCE

Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Man World
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Be Yourself Change Herself Improvement
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Human Oneself Philosophy Soul Thinking
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Animal Creation Flower Nature

Used 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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