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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 16

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Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

Time, Blow, Wind

"Song of a Man Who Has Come Through" l. 1 (1920)

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

Thinking, Soul, Dozen

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Sea and Sardinia: Top Novelist Focus”, p.155, 谷月社

Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

Life, Death, Real

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.462, Book House

The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces.

Blood, Mind, Shame

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8239, Delphi Classics

If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.

Nature, Sex, Believe

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3922, Delphi Classics

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

Death, Atheism, Needs

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4113, Delphi Classics

Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

God, Men, Sea

D. H. Lawrence (2006). “The Plumed Serpent: Easyread Comfort Edition”, p.105, ReadHowYouWant.com

I am convinced that the majority of people to-day have good, generous feelings which they can never know, never experience, because of some fear, some repression. I do not believe that people would be villains, thieves, murderers and sexual criminals if they were freed from legal restraint.

Freedom, Believe, People

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9398, Delphi Classics

Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

Marriage, Stars, Cosmos

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

He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.

Moon, Leader, Sun

Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil.

Ideas, Evil, Morality

1922 Fantasia of the Unconscious, ch.7.

The Italians are not passionate: passion has deep reserves. They are easily moved, and often affectionate, but they rarely have any abiding passion of any sort.

Passion, Abiding, Affectionate

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.260, Cambridge University Press

All this Americanising and mechanising has been for the purpose of overthrowing the past. And now look at America, tangled in her own barbed wire, and mastered by her own machines.

Past, America, Tangled

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.30, Cambridge University Press

The feelings I don't have I don't have. The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have. The felings you say you have, you don't have. The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.

Feelings

David Herbert Lawrence, “To Women As Far As I'm Concerned”

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

Perfect, Judging, Soul

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8312, Delphi Classics

If a novel reveals true and vivid relationships, it is a moral work, no matter what the relationships consist in. If the novelisthonours the relationship in itself, it will be a great novel.

Literature, Vivid, Matter

D. H. Lawrence, Bruce Steele (1985). “Study of Thomas Hardy and Other Essays”, p.174, Cambridge University Press

Money is the seal and stamp of success.

Money, Stamps, Seals

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Lady chatterleys lover”, p.62, D. H. Lawrence

The whole question of pornography seems to me a question of secrecy. Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things. Secrecy has always an element of fear in it, amounting very often to hate. Modesty is gentle and reserved. Today, modesty is thrown to the winds, even in the presence of the grey guardians. But secrecy is hugged, being a vice in itself. And the attitude of the grey ones is: Dear young ladies, you may abandon all modesty, so long as you hug your dirty little secret.

Attitude, Hate, Dirty

D. H. Lawrence (1966). “Selected Poems of D.h. Lawrence”, Penguin (Non-Classics)

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

Mother, Fate, Genius

D. H. Lawrence (2006). “Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious and Fantasia of the Unconscious”, p.159, Courier Corporation

Mystic equality lies in abstraction, not in having or in doing, which are processes. In function and process, one man, one part, must of necessity be subordinate to another. It is a condition of being.

Lying, Men, Process

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Women in Love”, p.219, Xist Publishing

Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly.

Heart, Butterfly, Fighting

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8283, Delphi Classics

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

Wisdom, Blood, Soul

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.49, Cambridge University Press

When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.

Photography, Men, Sunflower

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8937, Delphi Classics

Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig!

Paris, Towns, Resentment

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3913, Delphi Classics

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.

Men, Air, Water

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3924, Delphi Classics

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