He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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