Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEFor 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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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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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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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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Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
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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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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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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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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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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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She was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
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