The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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When 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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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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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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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