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
D. H. Lawrence quotes about
sex flower roots
Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.
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.
might logic
Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.
issues confusion trying
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
attitude nice hate
How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.
may lucky rich
It's better to be born lucky than rich. If you're rich, you may lose your money, but if you're born lucky, you will always have more money.
dark men air
The whole life-effort of man is to get his life into direct contact with the elemental life of the cosmos, mountain life, cloud life, thunder life, air life, earth life, sun life. To come into immediate felt contact, and so derive energy, power and a dark sort of joy. This effort into sheer naked contact, without an intermediary or mediator is the root meaning of religion.
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!
sorry feels wild-things
I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.
hands alcohol drug
Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.
good
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.