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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere’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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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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You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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 always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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