D. H. Lawrence Quotes
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I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
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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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Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life.
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The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
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The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
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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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This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
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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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All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.
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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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Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.
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The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.
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Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.
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Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.
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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 human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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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.
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I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.
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Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
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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.
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Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
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The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
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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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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.