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
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
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.
book tree generations
The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.
winter long tree
The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.
tree speak breathe
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
nature tree sunlight
I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.
cities tree alive
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
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.
feelings individual man mass men purely thoughts tiniest touch
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
deny
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.