This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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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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There 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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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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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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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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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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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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