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D. H. Lawrence Quotes - Page 28

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I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

Believe, Men, Self

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.39, Cambridge University Press

Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is overpast, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.

Change, Fall, Dust

D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Women in Love”, p.122, Xist Publishing

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

Men, Literature, Tales

"Study of Thomas Hardy and Other Essays".

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.

Men, Want, Sticks

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.3522, Delphi Classics

Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.

Self, Pity, Ends

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.7647, Delphi Classics

Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me?

Doe, Floating, Forgotten

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.4222, Delphi Classics

I should think the American admiration of five-minute tourists has done more to kill the sacredness of old European beauty and aspiration than multitudes of bombs would have done.

Thinking, Tourists, Bombs

D. H. Lawrence, Ezra Greenspan, Lindeth Vasey (2003). “Studies in Classic American Literature”, p.46, Cambridge University Press

Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality.

Balance, Novelists, Thumbs

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8926, Delphi Classics

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

Dream, Feels, Knows

D. H. Lawrence, Dieter Mehl (2002). “The Woman Who Rode Away and Other Stories”, p.163, Cambridge University Press

The flood subsides, and the body, like a worn sea-shell emerges strange and lovely.

Sea, Lovely, Body

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6885, Delphi Classics

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

Art, Passion, Literature

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.135, Cambridge University Press

I see a redness suddenly come Into the evening's anxious breast-- 'Tis the wound of love goes home!

Home, Evening, Anxious

D.H. Lawrence (2016). “Snake and Other Poems”, p.7, Courier Dover Publications

and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.

Gay, Dark, Blood

David Herbert Lawrence, “Whales Weep Not!”

Museums, museums, object-lessons rigged out to illustrate the unsound theories of archaeologists, crazy attempts to co-ordinate and get into a fixed order that which has no fixed order and will not be co-coordinated! It is sickening! Why must all experience be systematized? A museum is not a first-hand contact: it is an illustrated lecture. And what one wants is the actual vital touch.

Crazy, Museums, Hands

Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.

Mother, Father, Men

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.5159, Delphi Classics

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

Art, Book, Reading

D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.289, Cambridge University Press

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

Country, Men, Forever

Homer was wrong in saying, "Would that strife might pass away from among gods and men!" He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe.

Men, Passing Away, Might

D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.8621, Delphi Classics

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