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. LAWRENCEThere is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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