He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
D. H. LAWRENCEFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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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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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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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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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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