Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong. D. H. Lawrence logic might 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. D. H. Lawrence rocks heart love The Aztec gods and goddesses are, as far as we have known anything about them, an unlovely and unlovable lot. In their myths there is no grace or charm, no poetry. Only this perpetual grudge, grudge, grudging, one god grudging another, the gods grudging men their existence, and men grudging the animals. The goddess of love is goddess of dirt and prostitution, a dirt-eater, a horror, without a touch of tenderness. D. H. Lawrence animal love-is men Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly. D. H. Lawrence butterfly fighting heart When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can. D. H. Lawrence sunflower photography men Beware of absolutes. There are many gods. D. H. Lawrence absolutes In masturbation there is nothing but loss. D. H. Lawrence masturbation loss It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet. D. H. Lawrence body soul sweet It is our business to go as we are impelled. D. H. Lawrence business Don't talk to me any more about poetry for months -- unless it is other men's work. I really love verse, even rubbish. But I'm fearfully busy at a novel, and brush all the gossamer of verse off my face. D. H. Lawrence rubbish months men Europe is, perhaps, the least worn-out of the continents, because it is the most lived in. A place that is lived in lives. D. H. Lawrence worn home europe Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion. D. H. Lawrence ships journey death Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not. D. H. Lawrence men sex ideas The true unconscious is the well-head, the fountain of real motivity. The sex of which Adam and Eve became conscious derived fromthe very God who bade them be not conscious of it. D. H. Lawrence conscious real sex One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison. D. H. Lawrence equality differences men 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. D. H. Lawrence source men two I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk. D. H. Lawrence labels fashion names The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables - piles of white and green fennel, like celery, and great sheaves of young, purplish, sea-dust-coloured artichokes . . . long strings of dried figs, mountains of big oranges, scarlet large peppers, a large slice of pumpkin, a great mass of colours and vegetable freshness. . . . D. H. Lawrence vegetables sea dark The whole life-effort of man is to get his life into direct contact with the elemental life of the cosmos, mountain life, cloud life, thunder life, air life, earth life, sun life. To come into immediate felt contact, and so derive energy, power and a dark sort of joy. This effort into sheer naked contact, without an intermediary or mediator is the root meaning of religion. D. H. Lawrence roots dark men Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it. D. H. Lawrence never-trust artist literature
