For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe 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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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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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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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