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.
D. H. LAWRENCENever was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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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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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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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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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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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.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
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How she hated words, always coming between her and her life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the live-sap out of living things.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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