When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEI fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
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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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The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.
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I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is demanded of me.
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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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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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I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
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And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
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