All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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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 want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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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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Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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