Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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