What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist. D. H. Lawrence More Quotes by D. H. Lawrence More Quotes From D. H. Lawrence She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her. D. H. Lawrence denied able Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again. D. H. Lawrence literature heart men Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad. D. H. Lawrence soul literature One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes. D. H. Lawrence literature knows Only in a novel are all things given full play. D. H. Lawrence literature play writing The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more. D. H. Lawrence absolutes strange literature There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could not love her. Perhaps she had not in herself that which he wanted. It was the deepest motive of her soul, this self-mistrust. It was so deep she dared neither realise nor acknowledge. Perhaps she was deficient. Like an infinitely subtle shame, it kept her always back. If it were so, she would do without him. She would never let herself want him. She would merely see. D. H. Lawrence phrases soul self the more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself. D. H. Lawrence consistency doubt men What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them. D. H. Lawrence angel doors night Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom. D. H. Lawrence religious men believe No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love. D. H. Lawrence form love-is long So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether. D. H. Lawrence knowing civilization long Lies About Love We are all liars, because The truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, Whereas letters are fixed, and we live by the letter of truth. The love I feel for my friend, this year, is different from the love I felt last year. If it were not so, it would be a lie. Yet we reiterate love! love! love! as if it were a coin with fixed value instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud. D. H. Lawrence flower liars lying The feelings I don't have I don't have. The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have. The felings you say you have, you don't have. The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have. D. H. Lawrence feelings Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig! D. H. Lawrence resentment paris towns What a frail, easily hurt, rather pathetic thing a human body is, naked; somehow a little unfinished, incomplete! D. H. Lawrence naked body hurt Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw D. H. Lawrence pain sleep love And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition. D. H. Lawrence horse want two Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself. D. H. Lawrence chopping fit world The novel is the highest form of human expression so far attained. Why? Because it is so incapable of the absolute. D. H. Lawrence literature expression writing
