Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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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