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.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne 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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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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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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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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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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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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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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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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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