For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe a good animal,true to your instincts.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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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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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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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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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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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