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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 27

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Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

Shall I tell you what you have that other men don't?.... It's the courage of your own tenderness.

Sympathy, Courage, Men

We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world.

Death, Dying, Rising

David Herbert Lawrence (1994). “The Works of D.H. Lawrence: With an Introduction and Bibliography”, p.604, Wordsworth Editions

I will wait and watch till the day of David at last shall be finished, and wisdom no more fox-faced, and the blood gets back its flame.

Bible, Wisdom, Flames

There is no evolving, only unfolding. The lily is in the bit of dust which is its beginning, lily and nothing but lily: and the lily in blossom is a ne plus ultra: there is no evolving beyond.

Dust, Lilies, Evolution

D. H. Lawrence (2007). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence: October 1916-June 1921”, p.139, Cambridge University Press

Isn't it god's own image? tramping his thirty miles a day after partridges, or a little rubber ball? wouldn't you like to be like that, well off, and quite the thing?

Class, Rubber, Balls

D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition”, p.278, ReadHowYouWant.com

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

Sweet, War, Home

The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.

History, Body, Eras

Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the "purpose" be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.

Inspiration, Passion, Purpose

D. H. Lawrence, Bruce Steele (1985). “Study of Thomas Hardy and Other Essays”, p.179, Cambridge University Press

I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had.

Thinking, America, Perfection

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.50, Cambridge University Press

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

War, Home, Heart

D. H. Lawrence, George J. Zytaruk, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.233, Cambridge University Press

I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.

Love, Morning, Swimming

D. H. Lawrence (1995). “The Plumed Serpent”, p.372, Wordsworth Editions

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

Moving, Air, Looks

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Centaur Classics)”, p.1033, D. H. Lawrence

We must know, if only in order to learn not to know. The supreme lesson of human consciousness is to learn how not to know. That is, how not to interfere.

Education, Ignorance, Knowledge

D. H. Lawrence (2006). “Psychoanalysis and the Unconscious and Fantasia of the Unconscious”, p.112, Courier Corporation

The whole life-effort of man is to get his life into direct contact with the elemental life of the cosmos, mountain life, cloud life, thunder life, air life, earth life, sun life. To come into immediate felt contact, and so derive energy, power and a dark sort of joy. This effort into sheer naked contact, without an intermediary or mediator is the root meaning of religion.

Dark, Men, Roots

D. H. Lawrence (2017). “Phoenix: the Posthumous Papers of D. H. Lawrence by D. H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.147, Delphi Classics (Parts Edition) via PublishDrive

There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation.

Profound, Desire, Creation

"Phoenix: the Posthumous Papers of D. H. Lawrence by D. H. Lawrence".

I don't believe any more in democracy. But I can't believe in the old sort of aristocracy, either, nor can I wish it back, splendid as it was. What I believe in is the old Homeric aristocracy, when the grandeur was inside a man, and he lived in a simple wooden house.

Believe, Simple, Men

The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.

Marriage, Men, Perfect

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Women in Love”, p.55, Xist Publishing

The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes.

Spiritual, Eye, People

D.H Lawrence (1995). “The Sayings of D. H. Lawrence”, p.43, Gerald Duckworth & Co

I should like [people] to like the purely individual thing in themselves, which makes them act in singleness. and They only like to do the collective thing.

People, Society, Individualism

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.947, Book House

Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

Art, Sunday, Dark

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.2093, Delphi Classics

So slowly the hot elephant hearts grow full of desire, and the great beasts mate in secret at last, hiding their fire.

Heart, Fire, Elephants

D.H. Lawrence (1961). “Selected Poems”

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw The blind to hide the garden, where the moon Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

Love, Pain, Sleep

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6178, Delphi Classics

At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats By the Ponte Vecchio . . . Changing guard.

Way, Bats, Wavering

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6446, Delphi Classics

I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.

Men, Australia, Perfection

1922 Letter, 28 May.

Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . . .

Black, Gold, Cypresses

'Giorno dei Morti' (1917)

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