What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf 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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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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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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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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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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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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.
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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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