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But 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.

D. H. Lawrence

He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
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Eyes Himself Live
Be a good animal,true to your instincts.
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Animal Goodness True
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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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
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
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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Beauty Food Human Need Soul
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live
If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Alone Himself People
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
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
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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Eyes Myself Nature Perfection Sea Sun
Man is a mistake. He must go.
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Himself Leaving Let Go Man Mistake
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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Herself Woman
There’s lots of good fish in the sea, maybe, but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
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Animal Goodness Sea Yourself
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.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Lying Poet Thinking

But 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.

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But 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.

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