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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.

D. H. Lawrence

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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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
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
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
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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Human Oneself Philosophy Soul Thinking
Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Deep Money Poison Yourself
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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Flower Heart Lost Save
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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Act Courage Emotion Responsibility Rule Strong
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Hate Herself Live Word
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
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
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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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself
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
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild

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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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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