One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
D. H. LAWRENCEThose 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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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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