A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCEBut 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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.
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But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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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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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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