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 Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness.... It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep. D. H. Lawrence night sex blood You will not easily get a man to believe that his carnal love for the woman he has made his wife is as high a love as that he feltfor his mother or sister. D. H. Lawrence sister mother sex A man and a woman are new to one another throughout a life-time, in the rhythm of marriage that matches the rhythm of the year. Sex is the balance of male and female in the universe, the attraction, the repulsion, the transit of neutrality, the new attraction, the repulsion, always different, always new. D. H. Lawrence men sex years My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily. D. H. Lawrence folks know-how love Our civilisation cannot afford to let the censor-moron loose. The censor-moron does not really hate anything but the living and growing human consciousness. D. H. Lawrence hate doe civilization The spirit of the place is a strange thing. Our mechanical age tries to override it. But it does not succeed. In the end the strange, sinister spirit of the place, so diverse and adverse in differing places, will smash our mechanical oneness into smithereens. D. H. Lawrence oneness age civilization One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease. D. H. Lawrence two-sides literature people Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man. D. H. Lawrence moral literature men A man must keep his earnestness nimble, to escape ridicule. D. H. Lawrence nimble wit men The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure. D. H. Lawrence nature flower roots I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps. D. H. Lawrence invincible dog steps Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was. D. H. Lawrence chains-that-bind technology men It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance. D. H. Lawrence creating humor men The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do. D. H. Lawrence struggle joy needs I believe that there was a great age, a great epoch when man did not make war: previous to 2000 B.C. Then the self had not reallybecome aware of itself, it had not separated itself off, the spirit was not yet born, so there was no internal conflict, and hence no permanent external conflict. D. H. Lawrence men war believe It is a curious thing how poets tend to become ascetics.... Even a debauch for them is a self-flagellation. They go on the loose in cruelty against themselves, admitting that they are pandering to, and despising, the lower self. D. H. Lawrence admitting poetry self It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die. D. H. Lawrence passion stars sex For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another. D. H. Lawrence standards moments young And still I look for the men who will dare to be D. H. Lawrence clever men lying Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. D. H. Lawrence morning father book
