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 along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be D. H. Lawrence flames stars people Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos. D. H. Lawrence rhythm cosmos mankind Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings? D. H. Lawrence know-yourself half love-you There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet. D. H. Lawrence eye violet heart Isn't it god's own image? tramping his thirty miles a day D. H. Lawrence rubber balls class How beastly the bourgeois is D. H. Lawrence males class men And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first. D. H. Lawrence passion understanding soul It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear. D. H. Lawrence tangled dying roots He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened. D. H. Lawrence privacy battle heart They wanted genuine intimacy, but they could not get even normally near to anyone, because they scorned to take the first steps, they scorned the triviality which forms common human intercourse. D. H. Lawrence steps common firsts I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning. D. H. Lawrence swimming morning love In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate? D. H. Lawrence love sex america I want the wonder back again, or I shall die. D. H. Lawrence romance dying want Now it is autumn and the falling fruit D. H. Lawrence autumn death fall The real trouble about women is that they must always go on trying to adapt themselves to men's theories of women, as they alwayshave done. When a woman is thoroughly herself, she is being what her type of man wants her to be. When a woman is hysterical it's because she doesn't quite know what to be, which pattern to follow, which man's picture of woman to live up to. D. H. Lawrence women real trying Is our day of creative life finished? Does there remain to us only the strange, awful afterwards of the knowledge in dissolution,the African knowledge, but different for us, who are blond and blue-eyed from the north?.... There was another way, the way of freedom. There was the paradisal entry into pure, single beingwhich accepted the obligation of the permanent connection with others, and with the other, submits to the yoke and leash of love, but never forfeits its own proud individual singleness, even while it loves and yields. D. H. Lawrence yield freedom love That was the birth of sin. Not doing it, but KNOWING about it. Before the apple, [Adam and Eve] had shut their eyes and their minds had gone dark. Now, they peeped and pried and imagined. They watched themselves. D. H. Lawrence eye dark knowledge We must know, if only in order to learn not to know. The supreme lesson of human consciousness is to learn how not to know. That is, how not to interfere. D. H. Lawrence ignorance education knowledge The goal is to know how not-to-know. D. H. Lawrence consciousness goal knowledge You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world. D. H. Lawrence ordinary-world virtue creative
