Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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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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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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