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.
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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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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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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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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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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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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