There is no pornography without a secrecy.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen 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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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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.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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.
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