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
close clutch face head heart hurting life pain pressed remain
Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him; he could never let her go again. He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm. He wanted to remain like that for ever, with his heart hurting him in a pain that was also life to him.
brother pain believe
I believe a man is born first unto himself - for the happy developing of himself, while the world is a nursery, and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and pleasant things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right to the end. But most are born again on entering manhood; then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness of all the laughing, and the never-ceasing murmur of pain and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitudes of brothers.
love pain sleep
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw The blind to hide the garden, where the moon Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. And I do lift my aching arms to you, And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, And I do weep for very pain of you, And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
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.
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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.
america denied deny life mechanical rome
Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still
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Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life.
life
There is no such thing as sin. There is only life and anti-life.
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You may be the most liberal Liberal Englishman, and yet you cannot fail to see the categorical difference between the responsible and the irresponsible classes.
past race
Every race which has become self-conscious and idea-bound in the past has perished.
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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?