How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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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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Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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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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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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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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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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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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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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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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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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