D. H. Lawrence Quotes:

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

source: - D.H. Lawrence (1961). “Selected Poems”

Topics: Life, Breakup, Finding Love, Loveless, Lovelessness

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

source: - D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3688, Delphi Classics

Topics: Love, Inspirational, Sky

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

Topics: Real, People, Looks

Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.

Topics: Poison

We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive... and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

Topics: Dance, Cosmos, Alive, Inspirational Dance, Just Dance

Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.

Topics: Race, Air, Roots

Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

Topics: Stars, Cutting, Roots, Grinning, Sun And Stars

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Topics: Love, Best Love, Romance, Living Things

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

Topics: Inspirational, Motivation, Regret

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

Topics: Spring, Self, Bird

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.

Topics: Revenge, Men, Risk, Recklessness

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

Topics: Peace, Life And Love, Work, Fear Of Public Speaking, Speaking In Public

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

Topics: Dream, Sleep, Men, Strangling

Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.

Topics: Fighting, Love Is, Laughing

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Topics: Love, Life, Best Friend, Spring Love, Time Love

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

Topics: Looks, Helping, Minority Report

Man has little needs and deeper needs. We have fallen into the mistake of living from our little needs till we have almost lost our deeper needs in a sort of madness.

Topics: Mistake, Men, Needs

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.

Topics: Life, Sorry, Bird, Wild Things, Self Pity

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

Topics: Sorry, Saws, Wild Things

Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.

source: - D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.458, ReadHowYouWant.com

Topics: Children, Freedom, Fighting

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.

Topics: Children, Hate, Men, Unsatisfied, Complicated Relationship

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

Topics: Inspirational, Land, Over The Edge

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

Topics: Real, Garden, Literature, Hyenas

Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.

Topics: Artist, World, Fit

no form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death

source: - D. H. Lawrence, Dieter Mehl (2002). “The Fox, The Captain's Doll, The Ladybird”, p.201, Cambridge University Press

Topics: Love You, Love Is, Long, Forms Of Love

Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing, that makes it water and nobody knows what that is.

Topics: Science, Oxygen, Two, Water Resources, Drinking Water

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

Topics: Courage, Real, Faces, Real Courage

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

Topics: Love You, Sleep, Men

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

Topics: Soul, Essentials, Killers, Stoic

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

Topics: Love, Fall, Philosophical, Falling In Love With You

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

Topics: Heart, Hands, Literature, Fine Things, Greater Things

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.

Topics: Intuition, Mind, Body

The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.

Topics: Light, Water, Democracy, Electric Light

You must always be a-waggle with LOVE.

Topics: Love

This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.

Topics: Believe, Dark, Men

To penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery-back, back down the old ways of time.  Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.

Topics: Discovery, Self, Years

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.

Topics: Fall, Passion, Squirrels, Travel The World, Weary Traveler

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

Topics: Lonely, People, Complaining

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.

Topics: Men, Glowing, Hands

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

Topics: Men, Religion, Atheism, Modification

Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.

Topics: Beauty, Patterns, Fixed, Beautiful Soul, Skin Care

The living moment is everything.

Topics: Time, Moments

What is ***** to one man is the laughter of genius to another.

Topics: Laughter, Men, Genius

There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us.

Topics: Inspirational, Unseen, Consciousness

I want us to be together without bothering about ourselves- to be really together because we ARE together, as if it were a phenomenon, not a thing we have to maintain by our own effort.

Topics: Effort, Together, Want

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

Topics: Inspiring, Beautiful, Animal, Hares, Sitting Up

I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.

Topics: Car, Stones, States, Motor Cars

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed....

Topics: Strong, Flower, Future

When we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.

Topics: Self, Games, People

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.

Topics: Cutting, Arses, Body

And that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.

Topics: Hands, Melting, Faces, Parsnips

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder.

Topics: Love Is, Elements, Emotion, Wonder Of Life, Wonder Love

The #‎ cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts.

Topics: Cosmos, Body, Stills

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

Topics: Time, Wings

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

Topics: Leave Me Alone, Going Away, Want

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

How to begin to educate a child. First rule: leave him alone. Second rule: leave him alone. Third rule: leave him alone. That is the whole beginning.

Topics: Children, Firsts, Educate

No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.

Topics: Lying, Lambs, Lions

The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.

Topics: Modern, Photograph

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.

Topics: Dog, Men, Pet

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

Topics: Air, Would Be, Littles, Morphine

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.

Topics: People, Lovely, Language

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realize any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience very time. It is far, far better to read one book six times, at intervals, than to read six several books.

Topics: Book, Jewels, Profound

My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconsciou s is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.

Topics: Blood, Soul, Depth

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

Topics: Evil, Secret, Passionate

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

Topics: Sex, Tragedy, Chakra

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

Topics: Artist, Men, Ordinary, Ordinary Man, Weak Spots

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

Topics: Animal, Men, World

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.

Topics: Wise, Wisdom, Funeral, Bad Taste

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Topics: Beautiful, Passion, Literature, Great Passion

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

Topics: Life, Positive, Literature

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

Topics: Important, Letters, Parentheses, Letter Writing

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

Topics: Horse, Dark, Soul, Dark Souls

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

Topics: Leadership, Rushing, Action

I like to write when I feel spiteful; it's like having a good sneeze.

source: - Letter to Lady Cynthia Asquith,?25 Nov. 1913, in Collected Letters (1962) vol. 1, p. 246

Topics: Writing, Spiteful, Feels, Sneezing

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

Topics: Life, Flower, Men

Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.

Topics: Moving, Particular

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

Topics: Morning, Stars, Men

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

Topics: Horse, Inspiration, Movement, Potency, Thoroughbred Horses

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

Topics: Inspirational, Life, Dream

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Topics: Life, Wisdom, Taken

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

Topics: Sex, Dirt, Insult

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Topics: Sexy, Sex, Sensual

The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

Topics: Inspirational, Beauty, Soul, Human Soul

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

Topics: Art, Men, Relation

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

Topics: Journey, Soul, Suffering

Men are not free when they're doing just what they like. Men are only free when they're doing what the deepest self likes. And there is getting down to the deepest self! It takes some diving.

Topics: Inspirational, Men, Self

There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.

Topics: Religious, Wonder, Natural, Sixth Sense

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

Topics: Justice, Judging, Principles, Ethical Principles

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Topics: Money, Literature, Madness

The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.

Topics: Men, Emotional, Educated

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.

Topics: Reflection, Hopeless, Hopelessness

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

Topics: Philosophy, Blessed, Mean

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

Topics: Book, Men, Alive, Book Of Life

What you intuitively desire, that is possible to you.

Topics: Desire, Instinct, Instinct Intuition

What we want is to destroy our false, inorganic connections, especially those related to money, and re-establish the living organic connections, with the cosmos, the sun and earth, with mankind and nation and family. Start with the sun, and the rest will slowly, slowly happen.

Topics: Connections, Cosmos, Earth

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

Topics: Beautiful, Expression, Masculinity, Maleness

That she bear children is not a woman's significance. But that she bear herself, that is her supreme and risky fate.

Topics: Children, Fate, Bears

They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.

Topics: Philosophical, Men, Matter

I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

Topics: Hate, Trying, I Hate

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

Topics: Thrill, Ends, Live By

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

Topics: Justice, Sensual, Literature

Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.

Topics: Love Is, Joy, Body

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Topics: Love, Broken Heart, Dawn, My Heart Is Broken, Breaking My Heart

There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe...but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.

Topics: Sea, Mackerel, Mass, Fish In The Sea, Herring

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.

Topics: Eye, Feet, Blood

She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.

Topics: Mom, Strong, Rain, Whiplash

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

Topics: Real, Believe, Mean, That One Friend, Nice Friend

I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.

Topics: Eye, Blood, Sea

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

Topics: Adventure, Men, Action

The picture must all come out of the artist's inside. It is the image that lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.

Topics: Art, Vision, Alive

If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night

Topics: Dream, Wine, Night, Old Wine, Great Wine

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

Topics: Morning, Flower, Adventure, Funny Insomnia, Funny Sleep

Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.

Topics: Humans

Never trust the teller, trust the tale.

Topics: Gossip, Never Trust, Tales

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

Topics: Soul, Wonder, Bubbles

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Topics: Cities, Tree, Alive, Swollen

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

Topics: Long, Matter, Miserable

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.

Topics: Sorry, Wild Things, Feels

The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

Topics: Moon, Night, Space, Strange World, Night Sky

I cannot be a materialist - but Oh, how is it possible that a God who speaks to all hearts can let Belgravia go laughing to a vicious luxury, and Whitechapel cursing to a filthy debauchery - such suffering, such dreadful suffering - and shall the short years of Christ's mission atone for it all?

Topics: Heart, Luxury, Years, Filthy, Debauchery

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.

Topics: Flower, Dark, Blue, Persephone

That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.

Topics: Power, Magic, Attention, Filthy

Museums, museums, object-lessons rigged out to illustrate the unsound theories of archaeologists, crazy attempts to co-ordinate and get into a fixed order that which has no fixed order and will not be co-coordinated! It is sickening! Why must all experience be systematized? A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

Topics: Crazy, Museums, Hands, Archaeologists, Rigged

She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias; money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.

Topics: Depression, Two, Long, Disconnected, Mania

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

Topics: Depression, World, Want

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

Topics: Sweet, War, Home

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness... meaning at-oneness, the state of being at one with the object.

Topics: Art, Oneness, Awareness

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

Topics: Beautiful, Imagination, World

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

Topics: Needs, Voyages, Ships

In America the cohesion was a matter of choice and will. But in Europe it was organic.

Topics: Country, Europe, America, Cohesion

From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.

Topics: Profound, Desire, Creation

After all, the world is not a stage-not to me: nor a theatre: nor a show-house of any sort. And art, especially novels, are not little theatres where the reader sits aloft and watches...and sighs, commiserates, condones and smiles. That's what you want a book to be: because it leaves you so safe and superior, with your two-dollar ticket to the show. And that's what my books are not and never will be...Whoever reads me will be in the thick of the scrimmage, and if he doesn't like it if he wants a safe seat in the audience-let him read someone else.

Topics: Art, Book, Reading

A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.

Topics: Depression, Men, Hands

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself. And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved. Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors. For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths out of sight, in the deep living heart.

Topics: Moving, Heart, Love Is

Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!

Topics: Taken, Cutting, Men, Solstice, Personal Feelings

Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

Topics: Running, Flames, Sensual, Overlapping, Flapping

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

Topics: Men, Feelings, Vision, Inner Feelings

Art- speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day and that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.

Topics: Art, Plato, Liars, Truth Of Life

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

Topics: Men, Self, Individual

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

Topics: Puritan

When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

Topics: Glasses, Ego, Bottles

Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.

Topics: Tragedy, Misery, Kicks

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human race, as my spirit is part of my nation. In my own very self, I am part of my family.

Topics: Eye, Race, Self

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

Topics: Aristocracy, Serious, Consciousness

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

Topics: Time, Blow, Wind, New Directions

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do - it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

Topics: Life, Hurt, Ocean, Drops In The Ocean

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

Topics: Love, Pockets, Want

I'll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.

Topics: Inspirational, Love Is, Men

She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.

Topics: Powerful, Water, Sensual

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.

Topics: Wisdom, Soul, Morality, Adjustment

The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everyone else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.

Topics: People, Insulting, World

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

Topics: Beauty, Sex, Intuition, Ageless, Tropics

Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still

Topics: Rome, America, Evil

Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort. An Augean stable of metallic filth.

Topics: Fall, Civilization, Vision, Metallic, Decadence

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

Topics: Cutting, Smell, Psychology

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

Topics: Fashion, Names, Labels, Railway Station, Stations

The source of all life and knowledge is in #‎ man and #‎ woman , and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge , man-being and woman-being.

Topics: Men, Two, Source, Interchange, Mingling

The chief thing about a woman - who is much of a woman - is that in the long run she is not to be had... She is not to be caught by any of the catch-words, love, beauty, honor, duty, worth, work, salvation - none of them - not in the long run. In the long run she only says Am I satisfied, or is there some beastly dissatisfaction gnawing and gnawing inside me. And if there is some dissatisfaction, it is physical, at least as much as psychic, sex as much as soul.

Topics: Love, Running, Sex

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

Topics: Autumn, Scent, November

The map appears to us more real than the land.

Topics: Real, Reality, Land

And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.

Topics: Broken Heart, Wall, Done

God doesn't know things. He is things.

Topics: Reality

Once you abstract from this, once you generalize and postulate Universals, you have departed from the creative reality, and entered the realm of static fixity, mechanism, materialism.

Topics: Reality, Creative, Departed

The world fears a new experience more than it fears anything. Because a new experience displaces so many old experiences. . . . The world doesn't fear a new idea. It can pigeon-hole any idea. But it can't pigeon-hole a real new experience.

Topics: Fear, Real, Ideas

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

Topics: Mother, Dream, Lying, Eyes Wide Open, Suspended

Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig!

Topics: Paris, Towns, Resentment, Saddest

A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions.

Topics: Women, Function

If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!

Topics: Women, Fame, Donkey

That's just what a woman is. She thinks she knows what's good for a man, and she's going to see he gets it; and no matter if he's starving, he may sit and whistle for what he needs, while she's got him, and is giving him what's good for him.

source: - D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.598, Book House

Topics: Women, Thinking, Giving

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Topics: Men, Long, Drunk

There is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.

Topics: Obstacles, Smooth

Sanity means the wholeness of the consciousness. And our society is only part conscious, like an idiot.

Topics: Mean, Our Society, Idiot

Where sanity is there God is.

Topics: God, Sanity

If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness.

Topics: Insanity, Idiot, Lost

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.

Topics: Sex

Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.

Topics: World, Intricacy

How can any man be free without a soul of his own, that he believes in and won't sell at any price?

Topics: Believe, Men, Soul

The only reality was nothingness, and over it a hypocrisy of words.

Topics: Reality, Hypocrisy, Over It

It seems to me absolutely true, that our world, which appears to us the surface of all things, is really the bottom of a deep ocean: all our trees are submarine growths, and we are weird, scaly-clad submarine fauna, feeding ourselves on offal like shrimps. Only occasionally the soul rises gasping through the fathomless fathoms under which we live, far up to the surface of the ether, where there is true air.

Topics: Ocean, Our World, Air, Submarines, Offal

Why is a door-knob deader than anything else?

Topics: Doors, Knobs

Nothing is as bad as a marriage that's a hopeless failure.

Topics: Hopeless

No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love.

Topics: Love Is, Long, Form

Beware of absolutes. There are many gods.

Don't talk to me any more about poetry for months -- unless it is other men's work. I really love verse, even rubbish. But I'm fearfully busy at a novel, and brush all the gossamer of verse off my face.

Topics: Men, Rubbish, Months, Don't Talk To Me

If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and a Cinematograph working brightly; then I'd go out in the back streets and main streets and bring them in, all the sick, the halt, and the maimed; I would lead them gently, and they would smile me a weary thanks; and the band would softly bubble out the 'Hallelujah Chorus'.

Topics: Military, Sick, Way, Hallelujah, Main Street

My wife has a beastly habit of comparing poetry -- all literature in fact -- to the droppings of the goats among the rocks -- mere excreta that fertilises the ground it falls on.

Topics: Fall, Rocks, Wife, Beastly

Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.

Topics: Love, Oneness, Perfect

The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.

Topics: Past, Sea, Age, Golden Age

Happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people.

Topics: Hypocrisy, People, Used, Bluffs

I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes -- those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests.

Topics: Light, Space, Darkness, Bursting Out

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.

Topics: Sex, Long, Cocktails

Any inhibition must be wrong, since inevitably in the end it causes neurosis and insanity.

Topics: Insanity, Neurosis, Causes

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

Topics: Dream, Feels

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

Topics: Men, Sea, Rainbow, Iridescent

Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality.

Topics: Balance, Novelists, Thumbs, Trembling

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me..

Topics: Gay, Care, Thee

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

Topics: Art, Sunday, Dark, Cuddling, Sunday Night

Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! "Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it." Ah, the pleasure in saying that

Topics: Boys, Ideas, Doe

Men live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.

Topics: Believe, Men, Wish