Lady Chatterley`s Lover

*Does it matter very much? Do these things really affect us very deeply?...You had that lover in Germany...what is it now? Nothing almost.

It seems to me that it isn’t these little acts and little connexions we make in our lives that matter so very much. They pass away, and where are they?Where...Where are the snows of yesteryear?...It’s what endures through one’s life that matters; my own life matters to me, in its long continuance and development. But what do the occasional connexions matter?

And the occasional sexual connexions especially! If people don’t exaggerate them ridiculously, they pass like the mating of birds. And so they should.

What does it matter? It’s the life-long companionship that matters. It’s the living together from day to day, not the sleeping together once or twice.

You and I are married, no matter what happens to us. We have the habit of each other. And habit, to my thinking, is more vital than any occasional excitement.

The long, slow, enduring thing...that’s what we live by...not the occasional spasm of any sort. Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another.*