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
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falling-in-love done ifs
Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.
flower blue giving
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
sweet war home
The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.
writing plans knows
I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.
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.
ships needs voyages
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
two would-be different
Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things.
suicide men
And can a man his own quietus make with a bare bodkin?
passion dark voice
Persephone herself is but a voice or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom, among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the lost bride and her groom.
moon dragons blood
There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and the moon. If we get out of contact and harmony with the sun and moon, then both turn into great dragons of destruction against us.
romance dying want
I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.
god hero character
In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.
sex fall passion
Why were we driven out of Paradise? Why did we fall into this gnawing disease of unappeasable dissatisfaction? Not because we sinned. Ah, no. All the animals in Paradise enjoyed the sensual passion of coition. Not because we sinned. But because we got sex into our head.
women real trying
The real trouble about women is that they must always go on trying to adapt themselves to men's theories of women, as they alwayshave done. When a woman is thoroughly herself, she is being what her type of man wants her to be. When a woman is hysterical it's because she doesn't quite know what to be, which pattern to follow, which man's picture of woman to live up to.