I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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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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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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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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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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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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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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