That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
D. H. LAWRENCEHow 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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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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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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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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If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
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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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