You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
D. H. LAWRENCEIf only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
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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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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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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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He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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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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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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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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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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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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