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.
D. H. LAWRENCEA man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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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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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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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.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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