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
hopeless
Nothing is as bad as a marriage that's a hopeless failure.
men nimble wit
A man must keep his earnestness nimble, to escape ridicule.
photography men sunflower
When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.
love-is long form
No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love.
sympathy lying secret-places
For even satire is a form of sympathy. It is the way our sympathy flows and recoils that really determines our lives. And here lies the vast importance of the novel, properly handled. It can inform and lead into new places our sympathy away in recoil from things gone dead. Therefore the novel, properly handled, can reveal the most secret places of life: for it is the passional secret places of life, above all, that the tide of sensitive awareness needs to ebb and flow, cleansing and freshening.
love oneness perfect
Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.
cheer hate kicking
I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd, kicking their shins or cheering them on to some mischief or merriment.
artist literature morality
The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.
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.
morning father book
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking.
clever lying men
And still I look for the men who will dare to be roses of England wild roses of England men who are wild roses of England with metal thorns, beware! but still more brave and still more rare the courage of rosiness in a cabbage world fragrance of roses in a stale stink of lies rose-leaves to bewilder the clever fools and rose-briars to strangle the machine.
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.
sex fire shining
What sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty. We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there. Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.