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 In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being. D. H. Lawrence real summer night If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness. D. H. Lawrence idiot lost insanity The mind is "ashamed" of the blood. And the blood is destroyed by the mind, actually. Hence palefaces. D. H. Lawrence shame mind blood Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really. D. H. Lawrence real life death The difference between people isn't in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people--life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves. D. H. Lawrence hate class ideas [During the Renaissance] the Italians said, "We are one in the Father: we will go back." The Northern races said, "We are one in Christ, we will go on. D. H. Lawrence race europe father I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong. D. H. Lawrence air looks moving The words themselves are clean, so are the things to which they apply. But the mind drags in a filthy association, calls up some repulsive emotion. Well, then, cleanse the mind, that is the real job. It is the mind which is the Augean stables, not language. D. H. Lawrence real mind jobs I hate England and its hopelessness. I hate [Arnold] Bennett's resignation. Tragedy ought really to be a great big kick at misery. D. H. Lawrence hate tragedy literature The weakness of modern tragedy[is that] transgression against the social code is made to bring destruction, as though the social code worked our irrevocable fate. D. H. Lawrence fate weakness tragedy Happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people. D. H. Lawrence used hypocrisy people I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me--and it's rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist. D. H. Lawrence religious god art Religion was fading into the background. He had shovelled away all the beliefs that would hamper him, had cleared the ground, and come more or less to the bedrock of belief that one should feel inside oneself for right or wrong, and should have the patience to gradually realise one's God. Now life interested him more. D. H. Lawrence fading belief should-have While we live, let us live. D. H. Lawrence one-day Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! "Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it." Ah, the pleasure in saying that D. H. Lawrence somewhere-else boys ideas And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall. D. H. Lawrence cutting blow fall If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me. D. H. Lawrence thee gay care Morality in the novel is the trembling instability of the balance. When the novelist puts his thumb in the scale, to pull down the balance to his own predilection, that is immorality. D. H. Lawrence thumbs novelists balance Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard. D. H. Lawrence rainbow sea men I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy. D. H. Lawrence knows dream feels
