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
horse dark men
How the horse dominated the mind of the early races especially of the Mediterranean! You were a lord if you had a horse. Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances...The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action in man!
lovely noble literature
Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.
past sea age
The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.
dark soul singing
Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.
god religious women
It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.
mean thinking care
I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.
thrill ends live-by
You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.
change work self
And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.
nature tree sunlight
I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.
life real men
America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking little wills, everybody trying to put it over everybody else, and a land of men absolutely devoid of the real courage of trust, trust in life's sacred spontaneity. They can't trust life until they can control it.
believe dark men
This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.
real believe mean
One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.
sex tragedy chakra
The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.
art men relation
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.