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Bread
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The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and made their own bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loafs seem,
so perfumes, as home-made bread used to be before the war.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Confusion
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"Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that."
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, Selected Essays
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Ethics
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Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Horses, Horse Racing
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You were a lord if you had a horse...
Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances. . . . The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action, in man.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, 1931
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Individuality
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Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Logic
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Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Love
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Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, A Love Song
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Peace
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"But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in."
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence
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Self-Pity
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I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself;
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Serenity
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I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me, That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea... There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute, except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Sex
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Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Sleep
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And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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Sleep is still most perfect when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
-D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
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