“And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.”

— D.H. Lawrence , book Women in Love

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English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary crit… 1885–1930

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