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
noise outside secret sensitive
Is it the secret of the long-nosed Etruscans?/ The long-nosed, sensitive footed, subtly-smiling Etruscans, / Who made so little noise outside the cypress groves?
arms blew both cold draught eternity fine gain given hold hopes might past seemed sleep warm woman wrapped
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
deny
Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life.
abnormal craving eternal fill shortage
You don't want to love--your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
bourgeois inevitably itself length opposite produces truth
The bourgeois produces the bolshevist, inevitably as every half-truth at length produces the contradiction of itself in the opposite half-truth.
essential killer soul
The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic and a killer
left liked man seemed time watch woman work
He liked to watch his fellow-clerks at work. The man was the work and the work was the man, one thing, for the time being. It was different with the girls. The real woman never seemed to be there at the task, but as if left out, waiting.
feelings individual man mass men purely thoughts tiniest touch
No man is or can be purely individual. The mass of men have only the tiniest touch of individuality: if any. The mass of men live and move, think and feel collectively, and have practically no individual emotions, feelings or thoughts at all. They ar
flooding life submit unless
Unless we submit our will to the flooding of life, there is no life in us.
profound desire creation
From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.
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.
tin sardines hard
It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.
ships needs voyages
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
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.