I WANT her though, to take the same from me. She touches me as if I were herself, her own. She has not realized yet, that fearful thing, that I am the other, she thinks we are all of one piece. It is painfully untrue. I want her to touch me at last, ah, on the root andquick of my darknessand perish on me, as I have perished on her. Then, we shall be two and distinct, we shall haveeach our separate being. And that will be pure existence, real liberty. Till then, we are confused, a mixture, unresolved, unextricated one from the other. It is in pure, unutterable resolvedness, distinctionof being, that one is free, not in mixing, merging, not in similarity. When she has put her hand on my secret, darkestsources, the darkest outgoings, when it has struck home to her, like a death, "this is _him! _"she has no part in it, no part whatever, it is the terrible _other_, when she knows the fearful _other flesh_, ah, dark-ness unfathomable and fearful, contiguous and concrete, when she is slain against me, and lies in a heaplike one outside the house, when she passes away as I have passed awaybeing pressed up against the _other_, then I shall be glad, I shall not be confused with her, I shall be cleared, distinct, single as if burnished in silver, having no adherence, no adhesion anywhere, one clear, burnished, isolated being, unique, and she also, pure, isolated, complete, two of us, unutterably distinguished, and in unutterable conjunction. Then we shall be free, freer than angels, ah, perfect. V I I I A F T E R that, there will only remain that all mendetach themselves and become unique, that we are all detached, moving in freedom morethan the angels, conditioned only by our own pure single being, having no laws but the laws of our own being. Every human being will then be like a flower, untrammelled. Every movement will be direct. Only to be will be such delight, we cover our faceswhen we think of itlest our faces betray us to some untimely fiend. Every man himself, and therefore, a surpassingsingleness of mankind. The blazing tiger will spring upon the deer, un-dimmed, the hen will nestle over her chickens, we shall love, we shall hate, but it will be like music, sheer utterance, issuing straight out of the unknown, the lightning and the rainbow appearing in usunbidden, unchecked, like ambassadors. We shall not look before and after. We shall _be_, _now_.We shall know in full. We, the mystic NOW.(From the poem the Manifesto) . D.h. Lawrence
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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Marilyn Monroe
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.
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William W. Purkey
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
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Dr. Seuss
A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.
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Elbert Hubbard
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
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More Quotes By D.h. Lawrence
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced,...
A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.
It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness...
