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
dream sleep men
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.
love life best-friend
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.
artist world fit
Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.
love broken-heart cracks
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
inspirational motivation regret
I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
eye blood sea
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.
reflection hopeless hopelessness
And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.
morning flower adventure
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.
water mind sun
The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.
evil secret passionate
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
life flower men
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
law creative forever
Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is no universal law.
moon night sky
The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.
ships needs voyages
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.