That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
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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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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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