Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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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 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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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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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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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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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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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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