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. LAWRENCEUsed to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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 want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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