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
heaven sun november
Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.
winning men dragons
Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage.
profound desire creation
From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.
husband wife unhappiness
The unhappiness of a wife with a good husband is much more devastating than the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.
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.
love-you journey knights
One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, like any knight of the grail, and the journey is always towards the other soul, not away from it. . . . To love you have to learn to understand the other, more than she understands herself, and to submit to her understanding of you. It is damnably difficult and painful, but it is the only thing which endures.
sky australia atmosphere
You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere - a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.
wish rich ill
When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.
passion hymns white
And to my lips’ Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn...
journey wells has-beens
The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.
self may language
The reaction to any word may be, in an individual, either a mob-reaction or an individual reaction. It is up to the individual to ask himself: Is my reaction individual, or am I merely reacting from my mob-self? When it comes to the so-called obscene words, I should say that hardly one person in a million escapes mob-reaction.
tree speak breathe
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
moon night sky
The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.
tin sardines hard
It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.