To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence The dead don't die. They look on and help. D. H. Lawrence funeraldeathlooks Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table. D. H. Lawrence cuttingstarsroots One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul. D. H. Lawrence souljourneysuffering Man has little needs and deeper needs. We have fallen into the mistake of living from our little needs till we have almost lost our deeper needs in a sort of madness. D. H. Lawrence mistakemenneeds We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. D. H. Lawrence cosmosdancingdance Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation. D. H. Lawrence bodyjoylove Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it. D. H. Lawrence likesdoneway It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral. D. H. Lawrence funeralwisdomwise The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters. D. H. Lawrence glittermindwater In every living thing there is the desire for love. D. H. Lawrence romancedesirelove There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master. D. H. Lawrence libertymastersliterature In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation. D. H. Lawrence selflosssex No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me. D. H. Lawrence formlove-islong I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. D. H. Lawrence sorrybirdlife This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten. D. H. Lawrence passionatesecretevil Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe. D. H. Lawrence racerootsair I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. and it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self, and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, and a certain difficult repentance long difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake, and the freeing oneself from the endless repetition of the mistake which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify. D. H. Lawrence emotionalselfmistake Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration. D. H. Lawrence best-friendlovelife The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up. D. H. Lawrence dreamsleepmen A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board D. H. Lawrence love-yousleepmen
