Top 100 D.H. Lawrence Quotes
#2. And can a man his own quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
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#3. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance ...
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#4. Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat.
Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.
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#5. I cannot get any sense of an enemy - only of a disaster.
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#6. There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
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#7. Can you understand how cruelly I feel the lack of friends who will believe in me a bit?
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#8. Of course , if I am nothing but an ego, and woman is nothing but another ego, then there is really no vital difference between us. Two little dolls of conscious entities, squeaking when you squeeze them. And with a tiny bit of an extraneous appendage to mark which is which ...
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#9. The central law of all organic life is that each organism is intrinsically isolate and single in itself. The moment its isolation breaks down, and there comes an actual mixing and confusion, death sets in.
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#10. If it doesn't absorb you, if it isn't any fun, don't do it.
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#11. Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
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#12. March felt the same sly, taunting, knowing spark leap out of his eyes, as he turned his head aside, and fall into her soul
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#13. I'd wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.
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#14. They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
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#15. I hate England and its hopelessness. I hate [Arnold] Bennett's resignation. Tragedy ought really to be a great big kick at misery.
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#16. You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?
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#17. I know no greater delight than the sheer delight of being alone.
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#18. Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.
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#19. Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.
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#21. Satire exists for the purpose of killing the social being [for the sake of] the true individual, the real human being.
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#22. And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought.
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#23. The modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.
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#24. Persephone herself is but a voice
or a darkness invisible enfolded in the deeper dark
of the arms Plutonic, and pierced with the passion of dense gloom,
among the splendor of torches of darkness, shedding darkness on the
lost bride and her groom.
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#25. But, Lord, if it is Thy will that I should love him, make me love him - as Christ would, who died for the souls of men. Make me love him splendidly, because he is Thy son.
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#26. Till she seemed to swoon, gradually her mind went, and she passed away, everything in her was melted down and fluid, and she lay still, become contained by him, sleeping in him as lightning sleeps in a pure, soft stone.
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#27. In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.
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#28. Democracy and equality try to denythe mystic recognition of difference and innate priority, the joy of obedience and the sacred responsibility of authority.
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#29. How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed ...
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#30. The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
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#31. Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.
The apples falling like great drops of dew
to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
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#32. The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.
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#34. Her absorption was strange, almost rhapsodic. Both Birkin and Ursula were suspended. The little red pistillate flowers had some strange, almost mystic-passionate attraction for her.
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#35. I thought I'd done with it all. Now I've begun again."
"Begun what?"
"Life."
"Life!" she re-echoed, with a queer thrill.
"It's life," he said. "There's no keeping clear. And if you do keep clear, you might almost as well die. So if I've got to be broken open again, I have
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#36. Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.
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#37. Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.
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#39. You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them
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#41. The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
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#42. The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.
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#43. She let him come further, his lips came and surging, surging, soft, oh soft, yet on, like the powerful surge of water, irresistible, till with a little blind cry, she broke away.
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#44. One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
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#45. And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
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#46. One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
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#47. Horrors might burst out of them. But something must burst out, sometimes, if men are not machines.
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#48. It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
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#49. That curiously clean, semi-transparent look of the genteel, isolated poor.
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#51. She was half watching, half musing. It was her constant state. Her eyes were keen and observant, but her inner mind took no notice of what she saw.
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#52. A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.
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#53. Wisdom has reference only to the past. The future remains for ever an infinite field for mistakes.
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#54. The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.
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#55. It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.
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#56. An illusion which is a real experience is worth having.
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#57. We have lost the art of living, and in the most important science of all, the science of daily life, the science of behavior, we are complete ignoramuses. We have psychology instead.
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#58. How terrible it was that it should be spring, and everything cold-hearted, cold-hearted.
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#59. No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.
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#60. Don't ask me anything about the future," he said miserably. "I don't know anything. Be with me now, will you, no matter what it is?" And she took him in her arms.
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#61. What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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#62. One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.
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#63. It is time that the Protestant Church, the Church of the Son, should be one again with the Roman Catholic Church, the Church of the Father. It is time that man shall cease, first to live in the flesh, with joy, and then, unsatisfied, to renounce and to mortify the flesh.
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#64. A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.
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#65. Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.
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#66. Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
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#67. Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage.
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#69. Perhaps you're a slave to your own idea of yourself.
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#70. My God, these folks don't know how to love
that's why they love so easily.
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#71. And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.
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#72. You, and rule!" she said. "You don't rule, don't flatter yourself. You have only got more than your share of the money, and make people work for you for two pounds a week, or threaten them with starvation.
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#73. The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
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#74. Ah God, what has man done to man? What have the leaders of men been doing to their fellow men? They have reduced them to less than humanness; and now there can be no fellowship any more! It is just a nightmare.
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#75. When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
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#76. It is all possessions, possessions, bullying you and turning you into a generalisation. You must leave your surroundings sketchy, unfinished, so that you are never contained, never confined, never dominated from the outside.
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#77. Men live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.
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#78. Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
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#79. Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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#80. That little, twitching, momentary clasp of acknowledgment that she gave him in her satisfaction, roused his pride unconquerable. They loved each other, and all was whole. She loved him, he had taken her, she was given to him. It was right. He was given to her, and they were one, complete.
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#81. His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
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#82. I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.
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#83. So long as you can forget your body you are happy,' said Lady Bennerley. 'And the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So, if civilization is any good, it has to help us to forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it.
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#84. She liked Anthony, though. All her life, at intervals, she returned to the thought of him and of that which he offered. But she was a traveller, she was a traveller on the face of the earth, and he was an isolated creature living in the fulfilment of his own senses. She
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#85. That she bear children is not a woman's significance.
But that she bear herself,
that is her supreme and risky fate.
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#86. Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.
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#87. Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed.
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#88. Her eyes were like the first morning of the world, so ageless
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#89. While the black coal rose jutting round them, and the props of wood stood like little pillars in the low, black, very dark temple.
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#90. If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.
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#91. 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.
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#92. The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.
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#93. My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconsciou s is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.
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#94. The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.
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#95. How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.
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#96. A curious latency stirred in her consciousness that was not yet an idea.
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#97. At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats
By the Ponte Vecchio ...
Changing guard.
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#98. The 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.
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#99. I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.
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#100. He felt the devil twisting his tail, and pretended it was the angels smiling on him.
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