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 When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego ... things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in. D. H. Lawrence ego glasses travel I do esteem individual liberty above everything. D. H. Lawrence esteem individual liberty I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes -- those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests. D. H. Lawrence space light darkness Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing. D. H. Lawrence cocktails long sex Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it. D. H. Lawrence wife done long Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual being. D. H. Lawrence guts evolve spiritual Death is ... a travelling asunder into elemental chaos. And from the elemental chaos all is cast forth again into creation. Therefore death also is but a cul-de-sac, a melting-pot. D. H. Lawrence melting chaos creation If you don't like it, alter it, and if you can't alter it, put up with it. D. H. Lawrence ifs A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connection. D. H. Lawrence yield men children It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake. D. H. Lawrence sake art Where is the source of all money-sickness, and the origin of all sex-perversion?.... It lies in the heart of man, and not in the conditions. D. H. Lawrence heart lying sex The nice clean intimacy which we now so admire between the sexes is sterilizing. It makes neuters. Later on, no deep, magical sex-life is possible. D. H. Lawrence nice life-is sex The novel is a perfect medium for revealing to us the changing rainbow of our living relationships. The novel can help us to live,as nothing else can: no didactic Scripture, anyhow. If the novelist keeps his thumb out of the pan. D. H. Lawrence rainbow novelists perfect Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha D. H. Lawrence married sin names If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing. D. H. Lawrence nature believe sex Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard. D. H. Lawrence god sea men I am convinced that the majority of people to-day have good, generous feelings which they can never know, never experience, because of some fear, some repression. I do not believe that people would be villains, thieves, murderers and sexual criminals if they were freed from legal restraint. D. H. Lawrence freedom believe people The nature of the infant is not just a new permutation-and-combination of elements contained in the natures of the parents. There is in the nature of the infant that which is utterly unknown in the natures of the parents. D. H. Lawrence combination elements parent An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality--same stuff, same make up, only more force. And the strong driving force usually finds his weak spot, and he goes cranked, or goes under. D. H. Lawrence strong artist men In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade. D. H. Lawrence home sleep two
