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
hate trying i-hate
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
issues confusion trying
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
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If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.
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.
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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.
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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
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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
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Too much of the humble Willy wet-leg / And the holy can't-help-it touch.
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I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Unless we submit our will to the flooding of life, there is no life in us.