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.
romance dying want
I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.
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.
noise outside secret sensitive
Is it the secret of the long-nosed Etruscans?/ The long-nosed, sensitive footed, subtly-smiling Etruscans, / Who made so little noise outside the cypress groves?
alone capable people perhaps
Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
knowledge life living man meeting men-and-women source
The source of all life and knowledge is in man and woman, and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge, man-being and woman-being.
past race
Every race which has become self-conscious and idea-bound in the past has perished.
build change event man marriage perpetual souls themselves woman
Marriage is a long event of perpetual change in which a man and a woman mutually build up their souls and make themselves whole.
bird broad flying wings
I think more of a bird with broad wings flying and lapsing through the air, than anything, when I think of metre.
heart hopeful john lady says thomas
John Thomas says goodnight to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart
darkness love separate ultimate unknowable
Man's ultimate love for man? Yes, yes, but only in the separate darkness of man's love for the present, unknowable God.
flooding life submit unless
Unless we submit our will to the flooding of life, there is no life in us.
form living religious social state
We know that we are living in a state of falsity, that all our social and religious form is dead, a crystallized lie.
profit second seem
If only we could have two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, which seem as if they have to be made; and the second in which to profit by them.