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
sunset fire water
We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe. The way is through daily ritual, andis an affair of the individual and the household, a ritual of dawn and noon and sunset, the ritual of the kindling fire and pouring water, the ritual of the first breath, and the last.
reading book long
A book lives as long as it is unfathomed.
spiritual games hymns
If I take my whole, passionate, spiritual and physical love to the woman who in return loves me, that is how I serve God. And my hymn and my game of joy is my work.
magic buried magic-of-life
We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.
life death real
Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.
astrology saturn venus
Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.
sex nice life-is
The nice clean intimacy which we now so admire between the sexes is sterilizing. It makes neuters. Later on, no deep, magical sex-life is possible.
real spring europe
America exhausts the springs of one's soul - I suppose that's what it exists for. It lives to see all real spontaneity expire. But anyhow it doesn't grind on an old nerve as Europe seems to.
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.
doe floating forgotten
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me?
children wind sea
Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.
sex flower roots
Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.
blessed simple soul
You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?
running mistake moving
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America -- as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and we're rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong.