I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCEI don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe human soul needs beauty more than bread.
D. H. LAWRENCEThat’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
D. H. LAWRENCEWe’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.
D. H. LAWRENCEMankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
D. H. LAWRENCEI like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
D. H. LAWRENCERecklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
D. H. LAWRENCEIf only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
D. H. LAWRENCEBut better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
D. H. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
D. H. LAWRENCEThe world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
D. H. LAWRENCESometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
D. H. LAWRENCEFor God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
D. H. LAWRENCEInstead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
D. H. LAWRENCE