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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

That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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Oneself Philsophy Place World
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Animal Herself Himself Listen Love
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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Establishment Greatness Heart Ideal Religion
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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Company Perfection
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Deal Goodness Journey Learning Love Oneself Soul Suffering
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Kill Soul
If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
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Goodness Happiness Live Yourself
The dead don’t die. They look on and help.
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Death Help See Spiritual
Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
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Death Greatness Human Ourselves Race Tree
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
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Hot Passion Talk Word Yourself
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
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
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Fall Love Moon Myself
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
Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
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Art Live True World
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
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Better Death Life Live
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
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
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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Human Oneself Philosophy Soul Thinking
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
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Born Children Hope
I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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Decision Deep Dream Myself Philosophy Result Thinking
There is no pornography without a secrecy.
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Secret Sex
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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Art Instagram Captions Myself Self Love
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love

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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