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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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D.H. Lawrence, from a letter to J.M. Murry written c. August 1913
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D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
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D. H. Lawrence, “Valentine's Night”
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Even you, if you knew
How this darkness soaks me through and through, and infuses
Unholy fear in my essence, you would pause to distinguish
What hurts from what amuses.
D.H. Lawrence, from "Under the Oak," in D.H. Lawrence Selected Poems
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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D.H. Lawrence, Dream-Confused; The Collected Poems of D.H. Lawrence
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Moonrise
by D.H. Lawrence
And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.
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D.H. Lawrence, Phoenix
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The sense of his flesh touching her, his very stickiness upon her, was dear to her, and in a sense holy.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
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D.H. Lawrence, from Next Morning in “Selected Poems of D.H. Lawrence”
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All real living hurts as well as fulfils. Happiness comes when we have lived and have a respite for sheer forgetting. Happiness, in the vulgar sense, is just a holiday experience. The life-long happiness lies in being used by life; hurt by life, driven and goaded by life, replenished and overjoyed with life, fighting for life’s sake. That is real happiness. In the undergoing, a large part of it is pain.
D.H. Lawrence
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D.H. Lawrence, from "Butterfly", The Complete Poems of D.H. Lawrence
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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