Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence The east is not for me--the sensuous spiritual voluptuousness, the curious sensitiveness of the naked people, their black, bottomless, hopeless eyes. D. H. Lawrence eye spiritual people Most fatal, most hateful of all things is bullying.... Sensual bullying of course is fairly easily detected. What is more dangerous is ideal bullying. Bullying people into what is ideally good for them. D. H. Lawrence bullying education people Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over. D. H. Lawrence cynical real life Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods. D. H. Lawrence dry religion jesus Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born. D. H. Lawrence giving-up and-love children The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy. D. H. Lawrence egypt lasts pyramids Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies. D. H. Lawrence humanity tree lying In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life. D. H. Lawrence dust race civilization Censors are dead men set up to judge between life and death. For no live, sunny man would be a censor, he'd just laugh. D. H. Lawrence life-and-death laughing men We can understand that the Fathers of the Church in the East wanted Apocalypse left out of the New Testament. But like Judas among the disciples, it was inevitable that it should be included. The Apocalypse is the feet of clay to the grand Christian image. And down crashes the image, on the weakness of these very feet. There is Jesus--but there is also John the Divine. There is Christian love--and there is Christian envy. The former would "save" the world--the latter will never be satisfied till it has destroyed the world. They are two sides of the same medal. D. H. Lawrence christian father jesus All this Americanising and mechanising has been for the purpose of overthrowing the past. And now look at America, tangled in her own barbed wire, and mastered by her own machines. D. H. Lawrence tangled america past Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present? D. H. Lawrence sitting waiting past Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. D. H. Lawrence truth feelings lying The Italians are not passionate: passion has deep reserves. They are easily moved, and often affectionate, but they rarely have any abiding passion of any sort. D. H. Lawrence affectionate abiding passion Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them. D. H. Lawrence mother men father He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself. D. H. Lawrence conscience oneself You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them-- D. H. Lawrence fawns flower love-you Behold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells. D. H. Lawrence venus-de-milo society travel Yea, Paris is a festive ton -- a festive Ton for all! Skate o'er on joy -- Thin crust of gilded, polished joy! What matters it if Hell's beneath? D. H. Lawrence paris what-matters joy America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact. D. H. Lawrence society america people
