Owing to the flood of shallow books which really are exhausted in one reading, the modern mind tends to think every book is the same, finished in one reading. But it is not so. And gradually the moder...
She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
The optimist builds himself safe inside a celland paints the inside walls sky-blue
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
Life is ours to be spent, not tobe saved.
The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis the sense of justice.
The days go by, through the brief silence of winter, when the sunshine is so still and pure, like iced wine, and the dead leaves gleam brown, and water sounds hoarse in the ravines.
When one is grown up, money is lying about at one's service. It is only when one is young that it is rare. Take no thought for money - that always lies to hand.(Women in Love)
And they fear nothing, and they respect nothing, the young don't.
Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
Nobody knows you.You don't know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?
Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
They looked at each other and laughed, then looked away, filled with darkness and secrecy. Then they kissed and remembered the magnificence of the night. It was so magnificent, such an inheritance of...
Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,and when we escape like squirrels turning in thecages of our personalityand get into the forests again,we shall shiver with cold and frightbut things wi...
A woman cannot bear to feel empty and purposeless. But a man may take real pleasure in that feeling. A man can take real pride and satisfaction in pure negation: 'I am quite empty of feeling. I don't...
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