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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 10

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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.

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.

Mean, Thinking, Who Cares

I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.

Falling In Love, Men, Falling In Love With You

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.42, Cambridge University Press

The reaction to any word may be, in an individual, either a mob-reaction or an individual reaction. It is up to the individual to ask himself: Is my reaction individual, or am I merely reacting from my mob-self? When it comes to the so-called obscene words, I should say that hardly one person in a million escapes mob-reaction.

Self, May, Language

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2004). “D. H. Lawrence: Late Essays and Articles”, p.238, Cambridge University Press

Necessary, forever necessary, to burn out false shames and smelt the heaviest ore of the body into purity.

Forever, Body, Forget

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.247, Cambridge University Press

One should stick by one's soul, and by nothing else. In one's soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one's own soul-knowledge one is the worst of traitors.

Soul, Sticks, Traitor

D. H. Lawrence (2007). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence: October 1916-June 1921”, p.118, Cambridge University Press

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

Equality, Unique, Differences

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Herbert (1988). “Reflections on the Death of a Porcupine and Other Essays”, p.80, Cambridge University Press

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!

Taken, Cutting, Men

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.323, Cambridge University Press

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.

Fall, Rocks, Wife

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.69, Cambridge University Press

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

Lovely, Ferrets, Noble

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Women in Love”, p.269, Xist Publishing

The East is marvellously interesting for tracing our steps back. But for going forward, it is nothing. All it can hope for is to be fertilised by Europe, so that it can start on a new phase.

Europe, History, Interesting

D. H. Lawrence, George J. Zytaruk, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.608, Cambridge University Press

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.

Men, Glowing, Hands

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.162, ReadHowYouWant.com

Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness.... It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.

Sex, Night, Blood

D. H. Lawrence (2012). “Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious and Fantasia of the Unconscious”, p.202, Courier Corporation

One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.

Science, Oneness, Space

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.386, ReadHowYouWant.com

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

Astrology, Cosmos, Body

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.77, Cambridge University Press

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

Poetry, Novelists, Aristocracy

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.

Winter, Long, Tree

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4394, Delphi Classics

The Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.

Horse, Food, Wine

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.

Art, Book, Reading

The nature of the infant is not just a new permutation-and-combination of elements contained in the natures of the parents. There is in the nature of the infant that which is utterly unknown in the natures of the parents.

Parent, Elements, Combination

D.H. Lawrence (2015). “D. H. Lawrence The Dover Reader”, p.476, Courier Dover Publications

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

Change, Swings, Profound

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.80, Cambridge University Press

The tiny fish enjoy themselves in the sea.

Sea, Tiny, Enjoy

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.221, ReadHowYouWant.com

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.

Artist, Literature, Morality

D. H. Lawrence, Bruce Steele (1985). “Study of Thomas Hardy and Other Essays”, p.167, Cambridge University Press

You must drop all your democracy. You must not believe in ''the people.'' One class is no better than another. It must be a case of Wisdom, or Truth. Let the working classes be working classes. That is the truth. There must be an aristocracy of people who have wisdom, and there must be a Ruler: a Kaiser: no Presidents and democracies.

Believe, Class, People

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

Men, Literature, Moral

D. H. Lawrence (2006). “Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious and Fantasia of the Unconscious”, p.4, Courier Corporation

She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

Long, Cruelty, Belonging

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