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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 24

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What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

Art, Doe, Outsiders

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Centaur Classics)”, p.1296, D. H. Lawrence

Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being.

Spiritual, Evolve, Guts

D. H. Lawrence (2013). “The Essential D.H. Lawrence”, p.1849, Simon and Schuster

Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot.

Melting, Chaos, Creation

D. H. Lawrence (2017). “Phoenix: the Posthumous Papers of D. H. Lawrence by D. H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.151, Delphi Classics (Parts Edition) via PublishDrive

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

Angel, Night, Doors

David Herbert Lawrence (1994). “The Works of D.H. Lawrence: With an Introduction and Bibliography”, p.195, Wordsworth Editions

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

Sleep, Perfect, Beloved

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Sons and Lovers: Top Novelist Focus”, p.74, 谷月社

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

Religious, Believe, Men

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8184, Delphi Classics

there is no pornography without a secrecy.

Secrecy, Pornography

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

Love You, Flower, Fawns

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.707, Delphi Classics

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

Ideas, Obsession, Obscene

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3768, Delphi Classics

The artist usually sets out -- or used to -- to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artist's and the tale's. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper functions of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Artist, Two, Way

Studies in Classic American Literature (1923) ch. 1

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.

Gay, Care, Thee

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Fantasia of the Unconcious: Easyread Super Large 20pt Edition”, p.12, ReadHowYouWant.com

Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! "Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it." Ah, the pleasure in saying that

Boys, Somewhere Else, Ideas

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

Struggle, Flower, Book

D. H. Lawrence, N. H. Reeve, John Worthen (2005). “Introductions and Reviews”, p.78, Cambridge University Press

I'm not sure if a mental relation with a woman doesn't make it impossible to love her. To know the mind of a woman is to end in hating her. Love means the pre-cognitive flow...it is the honest state before the apple.

Love, Hate, Mean

1927 Letter to Dr Trigant Burrow, 3 Aug.

It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.

Roots, Tangled, Dying

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3759, Delphi Classics

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

Cosmos, Mankind, Rhythm

D. H. Lawrence, Michael Squires (2002). “Lady Chatterley's Lover and A Propos of 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'”, p.328, Cambridge University Press

I am a man and alive. For this reason I am a novelist. And, being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, te scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog....Only in the novel are all things given full play.

Men, Play, Novelists

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.

Flower, Dark, Blue

David Herbert Lawrence, “Bavarian Gentians”

Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.

Stars, Night, Darkness

The real trouble about women is that they must always go on trying to adapt themselves to men's theories of women, as they alwayshave done. When a woman is thoroughly herself, she is being what her type of man wants her to be. When a woman is hysterical it's because she doesn't quite know what to be, which pattern to follow, which man's picture of woman to live up to.

Real, Women, Trying

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9366, Delphi Classics

I don't like your miserable lonely single front name. It is so limited, so meager; it has no versatility; it is weighted down with the sense of responsibility; it is worn threadbare with much use; it is as bad as having only one jacket and one hat; it is like having only one relation, one blood relation, in the world. Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

Lonely, Children, Responsibility

Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort. An Augean stable of metallic filth.

Fall, Civilization, Vision

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

When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be

Stars, Flames, People

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4233, Delphi Classics

That was the birth of sin. Not doing it, but KNOWING about it. Before the apple, [Adam and Eve] had shut their eyes and their minds had gone dark. Now, they peeped and pried and imagined. They watched themselves.

Knowledge, Eye, Dark

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8238, Delphi Classics

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.

Death, Fall, Autumn

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

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