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.
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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How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
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Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
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The only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
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You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
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A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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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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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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They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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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Man is a mistake. He must go.
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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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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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A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
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