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
real feelings age
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
hate mind body
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
summer real night
In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.
mean sake done
For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.
wife long done
Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.
art sake
It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.
should-have fading belief
Religion was fading into the background. He had shovelled away all the beliefs that would hamper him, had cleared the ground, and come more or less to the bedrock of belief that one should feel inside oneself for right or wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God. Now life interested him more.
artist literature never-trust
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
love folks know-how
My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.
inspirational land bounds
When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.
laughter laughing brutality
One could laugh at the world better if it didn't mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
life literature repetition
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
knowing laughing atheism
All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.
mother fate genius
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.