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Perhaps 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.
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The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. 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.
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opportunities
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How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
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When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement,
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loss
death
my-sisters-keeper
submergence
star
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The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth
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The feelings I don't have I don't have. The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have. The felings you say you have, you don't have.
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When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
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It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.
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Aren't I enough for you?' she asked.
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love
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Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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If only there weren't so many other people in the world,' he said lugubriously.
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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 ..
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relationships
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I'll do my best.
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My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
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Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.
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We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free from their authority.
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It's the man who dares to take, who is independent, not he who gives.
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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
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It was in 1915 the old world ended.
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Men! The only animal in the world to fear!
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The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.
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Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.
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Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
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To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.
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God is only a great imaginative experience.
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I suppose that's what we do in deathsleep in wonder."
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Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.
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Of course Celia shits! Who doesn't? And how much worse if she didn't.
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