God how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophisticated, much more conceited, only young in a certain puerile vanity more like senility than anything.
But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the inherent dissatisfaction and ingratitude present in human relationships, particularly from men towards women.
D. H. Lawrence portrays a cynical view of human nature, suggesting that people, especially men, are often ungrateful and perpetually dissatisfied. This discontent manifests as fluctuating emotions towards women, where they seem to base their feelings on momentary whims rather than on any consistent appreciation or acknowledgment. The statement implies that some individuals act like discontented children, incapable of recognizing the efforts or merits of others, thus creating a challenging dynamic in relationships.
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Example use cases
During a seminar on human relationships, this quote can highlight the challenges couples face.
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