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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 23

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Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.

Running, Flames, Sensual

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Lady chatterleys lover”, p.167, D. H. Lawrence

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

Men, Feelings, Vision

1929 'The Risen Lord'.

And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.

Broken Heart, Wall, Break Out

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

Puritan, All Things

'Etruscan Places' (1932) 'Cerveteri'

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.

Equality, Men, Differences

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Women in Love: Top Novelist Focus”, p.108, 谷月社

A man and a woman are new to one another throughout a life-time, in the rhythm of marriage that matches the rhythm of the year. Sex is the balance of male and female in the universe, the attraction, the repulsion, the transit of neutrality, the new attraction, the repulsion, always different, always new.

Sex, Men, Years

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

Protestantism came and gave a great blow to the religious and ritualistic rhythm of the year, in human life. Non-conformity almostfinished the deed.... Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos, and the permanence of marriage.

Marriage, Religious, Blow

D.H. Lawrence (2000). “Lady Chatterley's Lover”, p.30, Modern Library

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Astrology, Venus, Saturn

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8473, Delphi Classics

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.

Sex, Long, Cocktails

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Lady chatterleys lover”, p.79, D. H. Lawrence

Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.

Morning, Father, Book

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.1314, Delphi Classics

And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are wild roses of England with metal thorns, beware! but still more brave and still more rare the courage of rosiness in a cabbage world fragrance of roses in a stale stink of lies rose-leaves to bewilder the clever fools and rose-briars to strangle the machine.

Clever, Lying, Men

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.214, ReadHowYouWant.com

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

Life, Real, Cynical

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Sons and Lovers: Top Novelist Focus”, p.7, 谷月社

It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.

Sex, Stars, Passion

It is a curious thing how poets tend to become ascetics.... Even a debauch for them is a self-flagellation. They go on the loose in cruelty against themselves, admitting that they are pandering to, and despising, the lower self.

Self, Poetry, Admitting

D. H. Lawrence, George J. Zytaruk, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.95, Cambridge University Press

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

Nature, Doors, Smell

D.H. Lawrence (2015). “D. H. Lawrence The Dover Reader”, p.278, Courier Dover Publications

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

Religious, Men, Religion

D. H. Lawrence, George J. Zytaruk, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.165, Cambridge University Press

I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me--and it's rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist.

God, Religious, Art

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.519, Cambridge University Press

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

Cake, Rotten

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.98, Cambridge University Press

The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance.

Music, Maturity, Remembrance

'Piano' (1918)

The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of itsown, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.

Wisdom, Science, Egypt

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.

Passion, Fighting, Savages

Lawrence, D. H. (2014). “Lady Chatterley's Lover”, p.177, Read Books Ltd

I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.

Sex, Thinking, Society

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.99, Cambridge University Press

It is no good casting out devils. They belong to us, we must accept them and be at peace with them.

Self, Devil, Casting

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9058, Delphi Classics

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.

Book, Tree, Generations

D. H. Lawrence (1995). “The Rainbow”, p.3, Wordsworth Editions

America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.

America, People, Society

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