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
almost knew open patches soothing trees
I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree-presences - it is almost like having another being
lying tree humanity
Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.
book tree generations
The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.
winter long tree
The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.
tree speak breathe
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
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.
cities tree alive
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
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It is not a pleasant epoch in one's life - the first forty eight hours at a large public school
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It is as if the life had retreated eastwards. As if the Germanic life were slowly ebbing away from contact with western Europe, ebbing to the deserts of the east.
bird broad flying wings
I think more of a bird with broad wings flying and lapsing through the air, than anything, when I think of metre.
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John Thomas says goodnight to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart
darkness love separate ultimate unknowable
Man's ultimate love for man? Yes, yes, but only in the separate darkness of man's love for the present, unknowable God.
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Marriage is a long event of perpetual change in which a man and a woman mutually build up their souls and make themselves whole.
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We and the cosmos are one. The cosmos is a vast body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great gleaming nerve-centre from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that