I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhat liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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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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We fucked a flame into being.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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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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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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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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