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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.
D. H. Lawrence
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Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense.
D. H. Lawrence
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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.
D. H. Lawrence
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I believe that the highest virtue is to be happy, living in the greatest truth, not submitting to the falsehood of these personaltimes.
D. H. Lawrence
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There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us.
D. H. Lawrence
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'I suppose that's what we do in death⎯⎯⎯sleep in wonder.'
D. H. Lawrence
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I can give you a spirit love, I have given you this long, long time; but not embodied passion. See, you are a nun. I have given you what I would give a holy nun...In all our relations no body enters. I do not talk to you through the senses - rather through the spirit. That is why we cannot love in the common sense.
D. H. Lawrence
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We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realise 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 every time.
D. H. Lawrence
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[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.
D. H. Lawrence
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The man who had died looked nakedly on life, and saw a vast resoluteness everywhere flinging itself up in stormy or subtle wave-crests.... always the man who had died saw not the bird alone, but the short, sharp wave of life of which the bird was the crest.
D. H. Lawrence
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[During the Renaissance] the Italians said, "We are one in the Father: we will go back." The Northern races said, "We are one in Christ, we will go on.
D. H. Lawrence
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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.
D. H. Lawrence
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When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.
D. H. Lawrence
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But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.
D. H. Lawrence
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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
D. H. Lawrence
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The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.
D. H. Lawrence
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It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
D. H. Lawrence
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Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.
D. H. Lawrence
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To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.
D. H. Lawrence
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One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.
D. H. Lawrence
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[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.
D. H. Lawrence
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You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere - a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.
D. H. Lawrence
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If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab
D. H. Lawrence
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No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.
D. H. Lawrence
