Quotes by: D. H. Lawrence
|D. H. Lawrence
||David Herbert Richards Lawrence
11 September 1885
Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England, UK
||2 March 1930
||University of Nottingham
Sons and Lovers
Women in Love
John Thomas and Lady Jane
Lady Chatterley's Lover
Odour of Chrysanthemums
The Virgin and the Gypsy
The Rocking-Horse Winner
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.
The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute.
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.
A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.
I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.
My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.
My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.
The Christian fear of the pagan outlook has damaged the whole consciousness of man.
One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.
I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.