For 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. 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. LAWRENCEFor to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
D. H. LAWRENCEYou can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
D. H. LAWRENCEAs we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
D. H. LAWRENCEWe fucked a flame into being.
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. LAWRENCEI never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
D. H. LAWRENCEIf you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.
D. H. LAWRENCEDon’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D. H. LAWRENCEFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D. H. LAWRENCEGive up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe only rule is, do what you really, impulsively, wish to do. But always act on your own responsibility, sincerely. And have the courage of your own strong emotion.
D. H. LAWRENCEThose that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.
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. LAWRENCEBe sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
D. H. LAWRENCE