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.
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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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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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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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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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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