The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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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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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.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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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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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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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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