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
poison havens
Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.
emotional men educated
The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.
mistake men needs
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.
love inspirational sky
We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
life wisdom taken
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
real people looks
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.
life breakup finding-love
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.
knowledge eye sight
Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.
came drink hot snake
A snake came to my water-trough / On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, / To drink there.
abnormal craving eternal fill shortage
You don't want to love--your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.
experience full lovely ought peace ripe wrinkled
It ought to be lovely to be old, To be full of the peace that comes with experience And wrinkled ripe fulfillment
arms blew both cold draught eternity fine gain given hold hopes might past seemed sleep warm woman wrapped
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
again
Then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
air analysis anatomy course criticism cut dirty human interest laboratory means morbid people personal psychology raises subtle waiting
Always this same morbid interest in other people and their doings, their privacies, their dirty linen, always this air of alertness for personal happenings, personalities, personalities, personalities. Always this subtle criticism and appraisal of other people, this analysis of other people's motives. If anatomy presupposes a corpse, then psychology presupposes a world of corpses. Personalities, which means personal criticism and analysis, presuppose a whole world laboratory of human psyches waiting to be vivisected. If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink, at last, as human psychology.