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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 22

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We can understand that the Fathers of the Church in the East wanted Apocalypse left out of the New Testament. But like Judas among the disciples, it was inevitable that it should be included. The Apocalypse is the feet

We can understand that the Fathers of the Church in the East wanted Apocalypse left out of the New Testament. But like Judas among the disciples, it was inevitable that it should be included. The Apocalypse is the feet of clay to the grand Christian image. And down crashes the image, on the weakness of these very feet. There is Jesus--but there is also John the Divine. There is Christian love--and there is Christian envy. The former would "save" the world--the latter will never be satisfied till it has destroyed the world. They are two sides of the same medal.

Christian, Jesus, Father

D.H. Lawrence (1974). “Apocalypse”

For even satire is a form of sympathy. It is the way our sympathy flows and recoils that really determines our lives. And here lies the vast importance of the novel, properly handled. It can inform and lead into new places our sympathy away in recoil from things gone dead. Therefore the novel, properly handled, can reveal the most secret places of life: for it is the passional secret places of life, above all, that the tide of sensitive awareness needs to ebb and flow, cleansing and freshening.

Sympathy, Lying, Ebb And Flow

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.101, Cambridge University Press

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

Life, Rain, Dark

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6884, Delphi Classics

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

Freedom, People, Literature

The trains roared by like projectiles level on the darkness, fuming and burning, making the valley clang with their passage. They were gone, and the lights of the towns and villages glittered in silence.

Light, Silence, Darkness

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Sons and Lovers: Top Novelist Focus”, p.124, 谷月社

But I like the feel of men on things, while they're alive. There's a feel of men about trucks, because they've been handled with men's hands, all of them.

Men, Hands, Alive

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.442, Book House

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

Heaven, Sun, November

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6598, Delphi Classics

I'll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.

Inspirational, Love Is, Men

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.

Passion, Long, Common Sense

You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?

Blessed, Simple, Soul

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.465, Book House

Previously, even in Egypt, men had not learned to see straight. They fumbled in the dark, and didn't quite know where they were, or what they were. Like men in a dark room, they only felt their existence surging in the darkness of other creatures. We, however, have learned to see ourselves for what we are, as the sun sees us. The Kodak bears witness.

Dark, Men, Egypt

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

Two Sides, People, Literature

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Artist, Literature, Never Trust

Studies in Classic American Literature (1923) ch. 1

And can a man his own quietus make with a bare bodkin?

Suicide, Men

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6883, Delphi Classics

The true unconscious is the well-head, the fountain of real motivity. The sex of which Adam and Eve became conscious derived fromthe very God who bade them be not conscious of it.

Sex, Real, Conscious

D.H. Lawrence (2015). “D. H. Lawrence The Dover Reader”, p.472, Courier Dover Publications

Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.

Angel, Sides

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.232, Cambridge University Press

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human race, as my spirit is part of my nation. In my own very self, I am part of my family.

Family, Eye, Race

D. H. Lawrence, Mara Kalnins (2002). “Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation”, p.149, Cambridge University Press

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

Technology, Men, Chains That Bind

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.17, Cambridge University Press

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

Mother, Dream, Lying

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6844, Delphi Classics

While the white man keeps the impetus of his own proud, onward march, the dark races will yield and serve, perforce. But let the white man once have a misgiving about his own leadership, and the dark races will at once attack him, to pull him down into the old gulfs.

Leadership, Pride, Dark

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3409, Delphi Classics

My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness—what old and hard-worked staleness, masquerading as the all-new!

Dirty, Cabbage, Juice

Letter to Aldous and Maria Huxley, 15 August 1928, in H. T. Moore (ed.) 'Collected Letters of D. H. Lawrence' (1962) vol. 2

Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.

Men, Attending, Wholeness

D. H. Lawrence (1962). “The Art of Perversity”

Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep; And disgustingly upside down. Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags And grinning in their sleep. Bats!

Sleep, Rags, Bats

D.H. Lawrence (2016). “Snake and Other Poems”, p.51, Courier Dover Publications

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

Believe, Coal Miners, Perfect

She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.

Powerful, Water, Sensual

D. H. Lawrence, Mark Kinkead-Weekes (2002). “The Rainbow”, p.278, Cambridge University Press

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