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There are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink and travel.

There are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink and travel.

D. H. Lawrence
Sleep, Three, Drink
D. H. Lawrence (2016). “D. H. Lawrence: The Complete Novels (Book House)”, p.1099, Book House

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

D. H. Lawrence
Love You, Sleep, Men
D. H. Lawrence, George J. Zytaruk, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.111, Cambridge University Press

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

D. H. Lawrence
Sleep, Lovely, Hints
D. H. Lawrence (2008). “Complete Poems by Lawrence: Easyread Super Large 24pt Edition”, p.528, ReadHowYouWant.com

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

D. H. Lawrence
Dream, Sleep, Men
D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2000). “The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.100, Cambridge University Press

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

D. H. Lawrence
Sleep, Romantic Love, Past
D. H. Lawrence (2016). “Lady chatterleys lover”, p.180, D. H. Lawrence

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

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

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

D. H. Lawrence
Dream, Sleep, Reflection
D. H. Lawrence, James T. Boulton (2002). “The Letters of D. H. Lawrence”, p.359, Cambridge University Press

In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.

D. H. Lawrence
Home, Sleep, Two
D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.9406, Delphi Classics

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!

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

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

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

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.

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

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