Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D.H. Lawrence
The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis the sense of justice.
poetry
There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could not love her. Perhaps she had not in herself that which he wanted. It was the deepest motive of her soul, this self-mistrust. It was so deep she dared neither realise nor acknowledge. Perhaps she was deficient. Like an infinitely subtle shame, it kept her always back. If it were so, she would do without him. She would never let herself want him. She would merely see.
relationships
humanity animals ecology
You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
future confidence
Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Lincoln, had always a sacrificial, self-murdering note in their voices. American Democracy was a form of self-murder, always. Or of murdering somebody else.. The love, the democracy, the floundering into lust, is a sort of by-play. The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
murder democracy
But a democracy is bound in the end to be obscene, for it is composed of myriad disunited fragments, each fragment assuming to itself a false wholeness, a false individuality. Modern democracy is made up of millions of frictional parts all asserting their own wholeness.
democracy
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a violet.
depression stillness loss poems quotes
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in themorning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerouspeople, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them cometrue.
ambition dreams
And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.
passion understanding heartbreak abstraction
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 will happen to usso that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new powerand old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up likeburnt paper.
humanity institutions
And Clifford the same. All that talk! All that writing! All that wild struggling to push himself forwards! It was just insanity. And it was getting worse, really maniacal. Connie felt washed-out with fear. But at least, Clifford was shifting his grip from her on to Mrs Bolton. He did not know it. Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of, the great desert tracts in his consciousness.
insanity
So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting something. Everything seemed so different, so unreal. There seemed no reason why people should go along the street, and houses pile up in the daylight. There seemed no reason why these things should occupy the space, instead of leaving it empty. His friends talked to him: he heard the sounds, and he answered. But why there should be the noise of speech he could not understand.
language drinking isolation unreality suicide alienation meaninglessness
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.
literature language shakespeare
If only you could tell them that living and spending isn't the same thing.
money life-lessons
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
life-lessons cynical
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