The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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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.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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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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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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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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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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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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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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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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