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.
D. H. LAWRENCEEvery true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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
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Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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