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
love-you rotten wonderful
I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.
ideas obsession obscene
How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
long cruelty belonging
She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
mad want said
That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.
heart battle privacy
He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.
roots tangled dying
It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.
passion soul understanding
And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.
heart eye violet
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
love-you half know-yourself
Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?
flower butterfly wings
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
cosmos mankind rhythm
Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
emotional thinking soul
When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.
long matter miserable
So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.
money play done
Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a person to make money. It's nothing you do. It's no trick you play. It's a sort of permanent accident of your own nature; once you start, you make money, and you go on. . . But you've got to begin. . . You've got to get in. You can do nothing if you are kept outside. You've got to beat your way in. Once you've done that, you can't help it!