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.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe fucked a flame into being.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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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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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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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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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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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Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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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 like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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You’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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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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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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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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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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