Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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