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
death dying rising
We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world.
love passion men
The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.
love sex america
In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?
romance dying want
I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.
book men fullness-of-life
I would like [the working man] to give me back books and newspapers and theories. And I would like to give him back, in return, his old insouciance, and rich, original spontaneity and fullness of life.
dog men looks
Men and women aren't really dogs: they only look like it and behave like it. Somewhere inside there is a great chagrin and a gnawing discontent.
past america tangled
All this Americanising and mechanising has been for the purpose of overthrowing the past. And now look at America, tangled in her own barbed wire, and mastered by her own machines.
inspiration passion purpose
Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the "purpose" be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.
men laughing judging
Censors are dead men set up to judge between life and death. For no live, sunny man would be a censor, he'd just laugh.
people soul literature
That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.
lying tree humanity
Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.
death mother women
Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do?
death fall autumn
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
real society purpose
Satire exists for the purpose of killing the social being [for the sake of] the true individual, the real human being.