I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence Why is a door-knob deader than anything else? D. H. Lawrence knobs doors For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are. D. H. Lawrence intuition stars mind We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do - it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much. D. H. Lawrence ocean hurt life Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got. D. H. Lawrence literature havens feelings The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself. D. H. Lawrence self bird ideas Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. D. H. Lawrence blow time wind Nothing is as bad as a marriage that's a hopeless failure. D. H. Lawrence hopeless The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear D. H. Lawrence scent november autumn I like relativity and quantum theories because I don't understand them and they make me feel as if space shifted about like a swan that can't settle, refusing to sit still and be measured; and as if the atom were an impulsive thing always changing its mind. D. H. Lawrence swans space science Mystic equality lies in abstraction, not in having or in doing, which are processes. In function and process, one man, one part, must of necessity be subordinate to another. It is a condition of being. D. H. Lawrence process men lying For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery D. H. Lawrence penetrate self discovery Sunday night meant, in the dark, wintry, rainy Midlands ... anywhere where two creatures might stand and squeeze together and spoon.... Spooning was a fine art, whereas kissing and cuddling are calf-processes. D. H. Lawrence sunday dark art Sometimes snakes can’t slough. They can’t burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply don’t care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out. D. H. Lawrence snakes rip real Every new stroke of civilization has cost the lives of countless brave men, who have fallen defeated by the dragon, in their efforts to win the apples of the Hesperides, or the fleece of gold. Fallen in their efforts to overcome the old, half sordid savagery of the lower stages of creation, and win the next stage. D. H. Lawrence dragons winning men There is the unknown and the unknowable which propounds all creation. This we cannot love , we can only accept it as a term of our own limitation and ratification. We can only know that from the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and that the fulfilling of these desires is the fulfilling of creation. D. H. Lawrence creation desire profound Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that. D. H. Lawrence issues confusion trying I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. D. H. Lawrence wild-things sorry feels Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and more stupendous than the old savage sort. An Augean stable of metallic filth. D. H. Lawrence vision civilization fall Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself. And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved. Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors. For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths out of sight, in the deep living heart. D. H. Lawrence heart love-is moving Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong. D. H. Lawrence logic might
