All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
D. H. LAWRENCEI fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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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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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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She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
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Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
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Only youth has a taste of immortality.
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I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
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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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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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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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The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
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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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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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Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
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