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
past moon men
The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
thinking soul dozen
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
nature flower roots
The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
men literature moral
Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.
two-sides people literature
One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.
art literature bones
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
fall cutting blow
And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.
life real cynical
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
cheer thinking orange
I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.
oneself conscience
He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
names married sin
Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha
sea cliffs edges
But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.
men play novelists
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.
dream sleep reflection
Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.