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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?

D. H. Lawrence

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Animal Creation Flower Nature
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCE

People Wonderful
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
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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Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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Game Important Old People
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Hot Passion Talk Word Yourself
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Secret Sex
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Fear Myself Reality
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself
How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Hate Herself Live Word

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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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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