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. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos. D. H. Lawrence being-singlecosmosbeing-yourself This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, D. H. Lawrence flamesfirespring Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them. D. H. Lawrence animalmenthinking But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more. D. H. Lawrence best-effortsoulmen Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning it was not a Word, but a chirrup. D. H. Lawrence crushtimejesus That which one cannot experience in daily life is not true for oneself. D. H. Lawrence daily-lifeexperiencelife-is Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed. D. H. Lawrence eggssarcasticwhite I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16. D. H. Lawrence coal-minersperfectbelieve Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love. D. H. Lawrence flowmatterlove The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death. D. H. Lawrence consciousnessliteratureforget I do esteem individual liberty above everything. What is a nation for, but to secure the maximum liberty to every individual? D. H. Lawrence esteemindividualliberty Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed. D. H. Lawrence partyhousepeople The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time. D. H. Lawrence moonheartrunning He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being. D. H. Lawrence leadermoonsun The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind. D. H. Lawrence motherhoodbloodart 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. D. H. Lawrence painbrotherbelieve The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great-quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it. D. H. Lawrence beautifullovelife 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! D. H. Lawrence bonesliteratureart I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves. D. H. Lawrence mountainstupidmoving The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her. D. H. Lawrence souljudgingperfect
