One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. LAWRENCEOne could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
D. H. LAWRENCEShe was not herself–she was not anything. She was something that is going to be–soon–soon–very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
D. H. LAWRENCEMoney poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t.
D. H. LAWRENCETheir words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
D. H. LAWRENCEThere is no pornography without a secrecy.
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. LAWRENCEBut the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
D. H. LAWRENCEIt is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
D. H. LAWRENCEWhen I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
D. H. LAWRENCEHow she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
D. H. LAWRENCEBe sure your sins will find you out, especially if you’re married and her name’s Bertha.
D. H. LAWRENCEI love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
D. H. LAWRENCEThe beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
D. H. LAWRENCEA man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.
D. H. LAWRENCEThis is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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