D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

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Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

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We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

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Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.

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

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An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

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The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?

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

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No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.

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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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Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow or a communicated sense of fineness.

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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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The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.

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Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

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Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

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It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

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

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Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

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In every living thing there is the desire for love.

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The living moment is everything.

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Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

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Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.

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When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.

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Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.

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The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

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

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

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The dead don't die. They look on and help.

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Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

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We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

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Man has little needs and deeper needs. We have fallen into the mistake of living from our little needs till we have almost lost our deeper needs in a sort of madness.

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Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

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Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort. An Augean stable of metallic filth.

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If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

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Behold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells.

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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

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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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My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness—what old and hard-worked staleness, masquerading as the all-new!

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Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes.

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

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Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

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

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Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.

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We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

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How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

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Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.

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Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

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Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

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The Aztec gods and goddesses are, as far as we have known anything about them, an unlovely and unlovable lot. In their myths there is no grace or charm, no poetry. Only this perpetual grudge, grudge, grudging, one god grudging another, the gods grudging men their existence, and men grudging the animals. The goddess of love is goddess of dirt and prostitution, a dirt-eater, a horror, without a touch of tenderness.

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