D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
David Herbert Richards Lawrencewas an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter who published as D. H. Lawrence. His collected works, among other things, represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. In them, some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 September 1885
growing-up responsibility steps
Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one’s own life.
laughter men genius
What is pornography to one man is the laughter of genius to another.
religious wonder natural
There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder.
science oxygen two
Water is H2O, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing, that makes it water and nobody knows what that is.
religious irreverence dirt
If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab
land sorrow gold
Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.
falling-in-love men falling-in-love-with-you
I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man.
religious might should
One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything.
should-have feels realising
One should feel inside oneself for right and wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God.
mistake black machines
I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.
blow rocks splits
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
issues confusion trying
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
taken cutting men
Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox!