She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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 essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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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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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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.
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