Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe fucked a flame into being.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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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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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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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist.
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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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