Explore Quotes by D. H. Lawrence

And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her. Unless she could break out, she must die most fearfully, walled up in horror. And he was the wall. She must break down the wall. She must break him down before her, the awful obstruction of him who obstructed her life to the last. It must be done, or she must perish most horribly.

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.

The picture must all come out of the artist's inside, awareness of forms and figures... It is more than memory. It is the image as it lives in the consciousness, alive like a vision, but unknown.

The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human race, as my spirit is part of my nation. In my own very self, I am part of my family.

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do - it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

We are dying, we are dying, piecemeal our bodies are dying and our strength leaves us, and our soul cowers naked in the dark rain over the flood, cowering in the last branches of the tree of our life.

I'll do my life work, sticking up for the love between man and woman.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.

Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got.

One sheds one's sicknesses in books - repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.