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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

D. H. Lawrence

That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Beautiful Freedom Love Woman
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Deep Money Poison Yourself
We fucked a flame into being.
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One Liner Reality Sex
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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Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Beauty Food Human Need Soul
One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Book Emotion Present Sick
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Discover Hate Love Myself
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
She 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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Be Yourself Change Herself Improvement
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Fear Myself Reality
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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Alive Book Bright Life Man
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

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