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“It's no good trying to get rid of your 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 aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.”

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Book:Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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“She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional flower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies.”

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Book:Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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“Little gusts of sunshine blew, strangely bright, and lit up the celandines at the wood's edge, under the hazel-rods, they spangled out bright and yellow. And the wood was still, stiller, but yet gusty with crossing sun. The first windflowers were out, and all the wood seemed pale with the pallor of endless little anemones, sprinkling the shaken floor. 'The world has grown pale with thy breath.' But it was the breath of Persephone, this time; she came out of hell on a cold morning. Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs. It, too, was caught and trying to tear itself free, the wind, like Absalom. How cold the anemones looked, bobbing their naked white shoulders over crinoline skirts of green. But they stood it. A few first bleached little primroses too, by the path, and yellow buds unfolding themselves.”

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Book:Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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“And thus far it was a life: in the void. Wragby was there, the servants . . . but spectral, not really existing. Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn, and picked the primroses of spring. But it was all a dream; or rather it was the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, picking primroses that were only shadows or memories, or words. No substance to her or anything . . . no touch, no contact! Only this life with Clifford, this endless spinning of webs of yarn, of the minutiae of consciousness, these stories Sir Malcolm said there was nothing in, and they wouldn't last. Why should there be anything in them, why should they last? Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality.”

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Book:Lady Chatterley’s Lover
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“Bu yaşamda en canalıcı gereklilik, insanın sevgilisini bütünüyle, kesinlikle, ten ile ruhun tüm çıplaklığıyla sevmesidir... Bana bildirimin ne olduğunu sormuştun bir gün. Bir bildirim varsa benim, budur işte. Sağlıklı toplumlar, sağlıklı yönetimler böyle bir ilişkiyi paylaşan erkeklerle kadınlardan oluşacaktır. Yoksa ne zorbalık yönetimlerinde alıp yürüyen ilkel bir erkeklik gösterisinden, ne de cıncık boncuklara boğulmuş boyalı bir dişilik özentisinden yarar gelir insan yaşamına. Uygarlığımız bize, cinsel albeninin titiz bir incelikle nasıl sürdürülebileceğinin yolunu, yordamını öğretmiş olsaydı, hepimiz sevgi içinde sürdürebilirdik yaşamlarımızı, bir kıvılcım parlamış olurdu içimizde, her türlü yola, her şeye dopdolu bir coşkuyla yönelebilirdik... Oysa yığınla ölüm külü dolduruyor yaşamı şimdi.”

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Author:D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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