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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.

D. H. Lawrence

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Herself Wait Woman
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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Alive Book Bright Life Man
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Lonely Lost Myself People Space
You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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Death Love Myself Yourself
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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Book Herself Kind People Reading
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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Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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Book Emotion Present Sick
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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Mad Myself Togetherness Woman
For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Deep Desire End Philosophy

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