D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.
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Men! The only animal in the world to fear.
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn't mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
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All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
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I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.
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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.
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Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
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I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.
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The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
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Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
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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.
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I shall always be a priest of love.
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The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.
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So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
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The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.
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The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
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Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.
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The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.
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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.
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Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.
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The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
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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!
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The dead don't die. They look on and help.
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I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.