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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

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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Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
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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Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Animal Creation Flower Nature
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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Flower Love Yourself
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
Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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Imagination Love Philosophy Relationship Yourself
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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Oneself Philsophy Place World
One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Deal Goodness Journey Learning Love Oneself Soul Suffering
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
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
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Born Children Hope
The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Beauty Food Human Need Soul
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save

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