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
god hero character
In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.
god religious art
I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me--and it's rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist.
god struggle dark
The history of the cosmos is the history of the struggle of becoming. When the dim flux of unformed life struggled, convulsed back and forth upon itself, and broke at last into light and dark came into existence as light, came into existence as cold shadow then every atom of the cosmos trembled with delight.
god fake-people atheism
God is only a great imaginative experience.
god sanity
Where sanity is there God is.
god men sea
Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.
god religious women
It is not woman who claims the highest in man. It is a man's own religious soul that drives him on beyond women, to his supreme activity. For his highest, man is responsible to God alone.
god communication men
The purest lesson our era has taught is that man, at his highest, is an individual, single, isolate, alone, in direct soul-communication with the unknown God, which prompts within him.
atone cannot cursing dreadful filthy god hearts laughing mission possible shall short speaks suffering vicious
I cannot be a materialist -- but Oh, how is it possible that a God who speaks to all hearts can let Belgravia go laughing to a vicious luxury, and Whitechapel cursing to a filthy debauchery -- such suffering, such dreadful suffering -- and shall the short years of Christ's mission atone for it all?
christian greatness past venture
I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.... I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.
blowing blows direction fine wind
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! / A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
almost knew open patches soothing trees
I never knew how soothing trees are - many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree-presences - it is almost like having another being
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No man is or can be purely individual. The mass of men have only the tiniest touch of individuality: if any. The mass of men live and move, think and feel collectively, and have practically no individual emotions, feelings or thoughts at all. They ar
peace possess
Take nothing, to say: I have it! For you can possess nothing, not even peace.