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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThings 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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