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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

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
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
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Humanity Kind Philosophy
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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Man World
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
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Discover Hate Love Myself
He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.
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Feeling Goodness Heart Himself Live Lost Misery
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
Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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Alone Leaving Myself Yourself
A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
D. H. LAWRENCE

People Wonderful
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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Creation Story Trust
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
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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Forever Mortal Taste Youth
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
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCE

Death Flower Myself

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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