The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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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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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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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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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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