The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions. D. H. Lawrence functionwomen Morality which is based on ideas, or on an ideal, is an unmitigated evil. D. H. Lawrence moralityevilideas And whoever forces himself to love anybody D. H. Lawrence forcebodylove It's autumn and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then. D. H. Lawrence autumnspiritfeels The purest lesson our era has taught is that man, at his highest, is an individual, single, isolate, alone, in direct soul-communication with the unknown God, which prompts within him. D. H. Lawrence communicationgodmen [Hawthorne''s] pious blame is a chuckle of praise all the while. D. H. Lawrence deceitliteratureamerica I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us. D. H. Lawrence who-caresmeanthinking Plant consciousness, insect consciousness, fish consciousness, all are related by one permanent element, which we may call the religious element inherent in all life, even in a flea: the sense of wonder. That is our sixth sense, and it is the natural religious sense. D. H. Lawrence elementsreligiousmay If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy irreverence, it remains a disgusting slough, where each one of us goes so thoroughly disguised in dirt that we are all alike and indistinguishab D. H. Lawrence irreverencedirtreligious They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls. D. H. Lawrence collegewindmen And it seems to me a blasphemy to say that the Holy Spirit is Love. In the Old Testament it is an Eagle: in the New it is a Dove.Christ insists on the Dove: but in His supreme moments He includes the Eagle. D. H. Lawrence eaglesbiblelove The man who had died looked nakedly on life, and saw a vast resoluteness everywhere flinging itself up in stormy or subtle wave-crests.... always the man who had died saw not the bird alone, but the short, sharp wave of life of which the bird was the crest. D. H. Lawrence naturemenlife It seems to me absolutely true, that our world, which appears to us the surface of all things, is really the bottom of a deep ocean: all our trees are submarine growths, and we are weird, scaly-clad submarine fauna, feeding ourselves on offal like shrimps. Only occasionally the soul rises gasping through the fathomless fathoms under which we live, far up to the surface of the ether, where there is true air. D. H. Lawrence our-worldoceanair Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition." "And they rock, and they rock, through the sensual ageless ages on the depths of the seven seas, and through the salt they reel with drunken delight and in the tropics tremble they with love and roll with massive, strong desire, like gods. D. H. Lawrence rocksstrongsex If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides. D. H. Lawrence splitsrocksblow Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united. D. H. Lawrence atomstiesscience I love trying things and discovering how I hate them. D. H. Lawrence i-hatehatetrying And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time. D. H. Lawrence nicerainlove-you It is only when men lose their contact with this eternal life-flame, and become merely personal, things in themselves, instead ofthings kindled in the flame, that the fight between man and woman begins. D. H. Lawrence flamesfightingmen Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! D. H. Lawrence flowerbluegiving
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