Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
D. H. LAWRENCEThings men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
D. H. LAWRENCEInstead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
D. H. LAWRENCEI can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
D. H. LAWRENCEFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere is no pornography without a secrecy.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
D. H. LAWRENCEI am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCEVitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
D. H. LAWRENCEThey stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen we really want to go for something better, we shall smash the old. Until then, any sort of proposal, or making proposals, is no more than a tiresome game for self-important people.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.
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