I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce.
D.H. LAWRENCE, letter to John Middleton Murry, Oct. 3, 1924
- A small bird will drop frozen dead
- From a bough
- Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
There is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
The bitch-goddess, Success, was trailed by thousands of gasping dogs with lolling tongues.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
I love Italian opera -- it’s so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don’t care about their immortal souls, and don’t worry about the ultimate.
D.H. LAWRENCE, letter, Apr. 1, 1911
Don’t be on the side of the angels, it’s too lowering.
D.H. LAWRENCE, letter to Rolf Gardiner, Dec. 18, 1927
The only reality was nothingness, and over it a hypocrisy of words.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Money is the seal and stamp of success.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
We can understand that the Fathers of the Church in the East wanted Apocalypse left out of the New Testament. But like Judas among the disciples, it was inevitable that it should be included. The Apocalypse is the feet of clay to the grand Christian image. And down crashes the image, on the weakness of these very feet. There is Jesus--but there is also John the Divine. There is Christian love--and there is Christian envy. The former would "save" the world--the latter will never be satisfied till it has destroyed the world. They are two sides of the same medal.
D.H. LAWRENCE, Apocalypse and the Writings on Revelation
If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.
- Sanity means the wholeness of the consciousness.
- And our society is only part conscious, like an idiot.
- Where sanity is
- there God is.
- If we lose our sanity ...
- We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots,
- the howl of the utterly lost
- howling their nowhereness.
Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea ... maybe ... but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring yourself, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.
Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.
Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.
Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a man to make money. It's nothing you do. It's no trick you play. It's a sort of permanent accident of your own nature; once you start, you make money, and you go on ... But you've got to begin ... You've got to get in. You can do nothing if you are kept outside. You've got to beat your way in. Once you've done that, you can't help it!
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot.
Only youth has a taste of immortality.
D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
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