D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
David Herbert Richards Lawrencewas an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter who published as D. H. Lawrence. His collected works, among other things, represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. In them, some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 September 1885
eye mind knows
What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.
religious believe men
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.
angel night doors
What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.
able denied
She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.
stars flames people
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
sleep perfect beloved
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
secrecy pornography
there is no pornography without a secrecy.
love-you rotten wonderful
I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.
ideas obsession obscene
How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.
long cruelty belonging
She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
mad want said
That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.
heart battle privacy
He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.
roots tangled dying
It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear.
passion soul understanding
And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.