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.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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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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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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