D.H. Lawrence Quotes

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

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

Life is ours to be spent, not to
be saved.

I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.

When along the pavement,
Palpitating flames of life,
People flicker around me,
I forget my bereavement,
The gap in the great constellation,
The place where a star used to be

Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear. The motive of fear in religion is base...

The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
and the next deepest sensual experience
is the sense of justice.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

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

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

We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realize any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience very time. It is far, far better to read one book six times, at intervals, than to read six several books.

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

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman.

She, who was bored almost to agony, and who had nothing at all to do, she had not time to think even, seriously, of anything. Time being, after all, only the current of the soul in its flow.

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won't accept her as is a human being, a real human being of the feminine sex.

We fucked a flame into being

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.