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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

D. H. Lawrence

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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Book Herself Kind People Reading
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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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
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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Alone People Reality Togetherness
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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Forever Himself Hope Necessary Past Woman
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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Herself Woman
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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People Wonderful
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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Love Search Seek
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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God Myself Praise Word
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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Lying Poet Thinking
She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Death Herself Shame Woman
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Discover Hate Love Myself
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
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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Game Important Old People
There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Deal Goodness Journey Learning Love Oneself Soul Suffering

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