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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

You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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Flower Love Yourself
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Deep Money Poison Yourself
There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
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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Depression Health Life Yourself
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
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live
The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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Alive Book Bright Life Man
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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Believe Beyond Future Power Yourself
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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God Myself Praise Word
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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Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Herself Woman
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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People Wonderful
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save
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.
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Laughter Ourselves Philosophy Touch
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
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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Instagram Captions Life Live Myself Night Regret
But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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Act Sea Sex
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Alone People Reality Togetherness World
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
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

Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Fear Myself Reality

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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