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. 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.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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