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
girl mean perfect
For, of course, being a girl, one’s whole dignity and meaning in life consisted in the achievement of an absolute, a perfect, a pure and noble freedom. What else did a girl’s life mean?
love oneness perfect
Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.
perfect judging soul
The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
believe coal-miners perfect
I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.
sleep perfect beloved
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
thinking america perfection
I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had.
perfect rainbow thumbs
The novel is a perfect medium for revealing to us the changing rainbow of our living relationships. The novel can help us to live,as nothing else can: no didactic Scripture, anyhow. If the novelist keeps his thumb out of the pan.
men australia perfection
I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.
marriage men perfect
The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.
men perfection can-do
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
act either light perfectly pure together utterly
For what is the beloved? She is that which I myself am not. In the act of love, I am pure male, and she is pure female. She is she, and I am I, and clasped together with her, I know how perfectly she is not me, now perfectly I am not her, how utterly we are two, the light and the darkness, and how infinetly and eternally, not-to-be-comprehended by either of us is the surpassing One we make.
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.