Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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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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If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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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