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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 18

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Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.

Horse, Dark, Soul

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.101, Cambridge University Press

The map appears to us more real than the land.

Real, Reality, Land

D. H. Lawrence, Bruce Steele (1985). “Study of Thomas Hardy and Other Essays”, p.30, Cambridge University Press

I want relations which are not purely personal, based on purely personal qualities; but relations based upon some unanimous accord in truth or belief, and a harmony of purpose, rather than of personality. I am weary of personality. Let us be easy and impersonal, not forever fingering over our own souls, and the souls of our acquaintances, but trying to create a new life, a new common life, a new complete tree of life from the roots that are within us.

Life, Relationship, Roots

I love Italian opera - it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate.

Love, Running, Fate

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.247, Cambridge University Press

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.

Art, Oneness, Awareness

"Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence".

It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.

Baby, Men, Support

D. H. Lawrence (2013). “Etruscan Places”, p.31, Read Books Ltd

Once you abstract from this, once you generalize and postulate Universals, you have departed from the creative reality, and entered the realm of static fixity, mechanism, materialism.

Reality, Creative, Departed

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9091, Delphi Classics

I do esteem individual liberty above everything. What is a nation for, but to secure the maximum liberty to every individual?

Liberty, Individual, Esteem

Why has mankind had such a craving to be imposed upon? Why this lust after imposing creeds, imposing deeds, imposing buildings, imposing language, imposing works of art? The thing becomes an imposition and a weariness at last. Give us things that are alive and flexible, which won't last too long and become an obstruction and a weariness. Even Michelangelo becomes at last a lump and a burden and a bore. It is so hard to see past him.

Art, Past, Long

D. H. Lawrence, Simonetta de Filippis (2002). “Sketches of Etruscan Places and Other Italian Essays”, p.33, Cambridge University Press

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.

Art, Plato, Liars

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.14, Cambridge University Press

Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

Sarcastic, Eggs, White

Letter to Edward Garnett, 3 July 1912, in Collected Letters (1962) vol. 1, p. 134

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

Men, Blood, Said

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.163, Cambridge University Press

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Running, Heart, Moon

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8485, Delphi Classics

... he preferred his own madness, to the regular sanity. He rejoiced in his own madness, he was free. He did not want that old sanity of the world, which was become so repulsive. He rejoiced in the new-found world of his madness. It was so fresh and delicate and so satisfying.

Depression, World, Want

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.1405, Delphi Classics

The upshot was, my paintings must burn that English artists might finally learn.

Pain, Artist, Might

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

Business

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Herbert (1988). “Reflections on the Death of a Porcupine and Other Essays”, p.12, Cambridge University Press

To our senses, the elements are four and have ever been, and will ever be for they are the elements of life, of poetry, and of perception, the four Great Ones, the Four Roots, the First Four of Fire and the Wet, Earth and the wide Air of the World. To find the other many elements, you must go to the laboratory and hunt them down. But the four we have always with us, they are our world. Or rather, they have us with them.

Science, Fire, Our World

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6863, Delphi Classics

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.

Stars, Intuition, Mind

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.10012, Delphi Classics

He had made a passionate study of education, only to come, gradually, to the knowledge that education is nothing but the process of building up, gradually, a complete unit of consciousness. And each unit of consciousness is the living unit of that great social, religious, philosophic idea towards which humankind, like an organism seeking its final form, is laboriously growing.

Education, Religious, Building Up

D. H. Lawrence, David Farmer, David R. Farmer, Lindeth Vasey, John Worthen (1987). “Women in Love”, p.495, Cambridge University Press

And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.

Change, Work, Self

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4779, Delphi Classics

Beware of absolutes. There are many gods.

Absolutes

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8192, Delphi Classics

The sense of wonder, that is our sixth sense.

Wonder, Sixth Sense, Sense Of Wonder

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2004). “D. H. Lawrence: Late Essays and Articles”, p.132, Cambridge University Press

I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

Romance, Dying, Want

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4188, Delphi Classics

In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?

Love, Sex, America

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9267, Delphi Classics

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

Horse, Inspiration, Movement

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.102, Cambridge University Press

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