Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D. H. LAWRENCEBe a good animal,true to your instincts.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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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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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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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