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 More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence One should be religious in everything, have God, whatever God might be, present in everything. D. H. Lawrence should religious might Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do? D. H. Lawrence women mother death Personality and mind, like moustaches, belong to a certain age. They are a deformity in a child.... Leave his sensibilities, his emotions, his spirit, and his mind severely alone. There is the devil in mothers, that they must provoke personalresponse from their infants. D. H. Lawrence mother education children Anyone who is kind to man knows the fragmentariness of most men, and wants to arrange a society of power in which men fall naturally into a collective wholeness, since they cannot have an individual wholeness. In this collective wholeness they will be fulfilled. But if they make efforts at individual fulfilment, they must fail for they are by nature fragmentary. D. H. Lawrence power men fall Freedom is a very great reality, but it means above all things, freedom from lies. D. H. Lawrence freedom mean lying [Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun. D. H. Lawrence flower men children Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of. D. H. Lawrence closest sex We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life. D. H. Lawrence magic-of-life buried magic The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds. D. H. Lawrence passion love men When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable. D. H. Lawrence magnificent passion littles My wife has a beastly habit of comparing poetry -- all literature in fact -- to the droppings of the goats among the rocks -- mere excreta that fertilises the ground it falls on. D. H. Lawrence rocks wife fall Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them. D. H. Lawrence glowing men hands Why were we driven out of Paradise? Why did we fall into this gnawing disease of unappeasable dissatisfaction? Not because we sinned. Ah, no. All the animals in Paradise enjoyed the sensual passion of coition. Not because we sinned. But because we got sex into our head. D. H. Lawrence passion sex fall O pity the dead that are dead, but cannot make D. H. Lawrence wall journey death I am in love and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. D. H. Lawrence falling-in-love-with-you falling-in-love men There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us. D. H. Lawrence unseen consciousness inspirational For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. Whatever the unborn may know, they cannot know the beauty, the marvel of being alive in the flesh. The dead may look after the afterwards. But the magnificent here and now of life in the flesh is ours, and ours alone, and ours only for a time. D. H. Lawrence flower men life Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. D. H. Lawrence aging tragedy birthday When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper. D. H. Lawrence squirrels passion fall This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed. D. H. Lawrence dark men believe
