Explore Quotes by D. H. Lawrence

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

I shall always be a priest of love.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

God is only a great imaginative experience.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.