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. LawrenceYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.
D. H. LawrenceFor God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.
D. H. Lawrence