D. H. Lawrence Quotes

The young man, perched insecurely in the slen­der branches, rocked till he felt slightly drunk, reac...

The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more

Only youth has a taste of immortality.

The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks...

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffin...

You have striven so hard and so long to compel life. Can't you now slowly change and let life slo...

One realm we have never conquered: the pure present.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, a...

What you intuitively desire that is possible to you.

I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight and tree presences i...

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One...

In the ancient recipe the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep drink and travel. It ...

While we live let us live.

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

People always make war when they say they love peace.

Life is ours to be spent not to be saved.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my ...

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to...

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

Art-speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art if it be art will tel...

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without e...

It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of...

The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A moralit...

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an abs...

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you'...

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from t...

Love is. the flower of life and blossoms unexpectedly and without law and must be plucked where it...

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

Be still when you have nothing to say when genuine passion moves you say what you've got to say a...

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping ...

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it ...

Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the crea...

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do...

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body on my intu...

They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.

Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would ...

I got the blues thinking of the future so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it c...

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with se...

The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the w...

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can...

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

The young Cambridge group the group that stood for "freedom" and flannel trousers and flannel shirt...

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

I got the blues thinking of the future so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it c...

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

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

Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.

The days go by, through the brief silence of winter, when the sunshine is so still and pure, like ic...

Aren't I enough for you?' she asked.'No,' he said. 'You are enough for me, as far as a woman is conc...

Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so ...

Life is ours to be spent, not tobe saved.

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as d...

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by...

When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in ...

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not...

Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands...

When one is grown up, money is lying about at one's service. It is only when one is young that it is...

So, after three days of incessant brandy-drinking, he had burned out the youth from his blood, he ha...

I WANT her though, to take the same from me.She touches me as if I were herself, her own.She has not...

Of course , if I am nothing but an ego, and woman is nothing but another ego, then there is really n...

Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. Ibelieve especially in being warm-h...

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition ...

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,and when we escape like squirrels turning in thecage...

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,but a tiny core of stillness in the heartlike the eye of a...

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolle...

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always f...

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ethe...

The mighty question arises upon us, what is one's own real self? It certainly is not what we think w...

The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis th...

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.

I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections.and it is not because the mechanism is working...

And they fear nothing, and they respect nothing, the young don't.

When along the pavement,Palpitating flames of life,People flicker around me,I forget my bereavement,...

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

The days passed, the weeks. But everything seemed to have fused, gone into a conglomerated mass. He ...

Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is ...

Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment comp...

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric...

It was like something lurking in the darkness within him...There is remained in the darkness, the gr...

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and th...

To be alive, to be man alive, to be whole man alive: that is the point. And at its best, the novel, ...

The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a...

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a...

A young man is afraid of his demon and pulls his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks fo...

This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be...