D. H. Lawrence - Sons and Lovers (1913)

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If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.

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The trains roared by like projectiles level on the darkness, fuming and burning, making the valley clang with their passage. They were gone, and the lights of the towns and villages glittered in silence.

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But I like the feel of men on things, while they're alive. There's a feel of men about trucks, because they've been handled with men's hands, all of them.

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The difference between people isn't in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people--life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves.

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If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!

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I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

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Happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people.

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Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being.

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You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?

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Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.

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It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

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Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

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A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

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One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

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I can give you a spirit love, I have given you this long, long time; but not embodied passion. See, you are a nun. I have given you what I would give a holy nun...In all our relations no body enters. I do not talk to you through the senses - rather through the spirit. That is why we cannot love in the common sense.

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I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.

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When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.

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Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

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A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

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The only reality was nothingness, and over it a hypocrisy of words.

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One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.

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What a frail, easily hurt, rather pathetic thing a human body is, naked; somehow a little unfinished, incomplete!

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Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a person to make money. It's nothing you do. It's no trick you play. It's a sort of permanent accident of your own nature; once you start, you make money, and you go on... But you've got to begin... You've got to get in. You can do nothing if you are kept outside. You've got to beat your way in. Once you've done that, you can't help it!

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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

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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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