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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

D. H. Lawrence

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
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Body Fear Mindset Resistance
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
Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Animal Goodness True
He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild
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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Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Humanity Kind Philosophy
One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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Kind Laugh Oneself War World
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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Lonely Lost Myself People Space
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
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
You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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Flower Love Yourself
The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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Act Courage Emotion Responsibility Rule Strong
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
It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Art Instagram Captions Myself Self Love
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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Heart Broken Love Myself
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
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Beautiful Empty People World Yourself
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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Alone People Reality Togetherness World
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
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
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Secret Sex

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