You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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.
More D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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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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When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
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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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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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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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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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Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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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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