And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
D. H. LAWRENCEI 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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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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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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