D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.
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America exhausts the springs of one's soul - I suppose that's what it exists for. It lives to see all real spontaneity expire. But anyhow it doesn't grind on an old nerve as Europe seems to.
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America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.
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Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.
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Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.
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The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.
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I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.
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I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course. Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.
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I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.
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Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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Democracy and equality try to denythe mystic recognition of difference and innate priority, the joy of obedience and the sacred responsibility of authority.
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And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
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That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.
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Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.
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Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is no universal law.
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They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.
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They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.
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If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.
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I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.
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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.
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Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.
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Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is overpast, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.
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The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.