They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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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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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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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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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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