You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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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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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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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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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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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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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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