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.
D. H. LAWRENCEPerhaps 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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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets,unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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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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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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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.
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That’s how women are with me said Paul. They want me like mad but they don’t want to belong to me.
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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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
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As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
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She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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The human soul needs beauty more than bread.
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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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Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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