Quotes from D. H. Lawrence

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink, at last, as human psychology.

How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me; I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed....

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the seagreat heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies.And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender youngand dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flowerdown the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on bluenesseven where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted Septemberto the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

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.

The reaction to any word may be, in an individual, either a mob-reaction or an individual reaction. It is up to the individual to ask himself: Is my reaction individual, or am I merely reacting from my mob-self? When it comes to the so-called obscene words, I should say that hardly one person in a million escapes mob-reaction.

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

Living, I want to depart to where I am.

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.

Every great discovery or decision comes by an act of divination. Facts are fitted round afterwards.

Brilliant glorious eternal heaven above: and brilliant sulphureous torture-lake away below. This is the vision of eternity of all Patmossers. They could not be happy in heaven unless they knew their enemies were unhappy in hell.

If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight.

"Sometimes," said she, "I think that is my permanent feeling towards people. I like the world, the sky and the earth and the greater mystery beyond. But people—yes, they are all monkeys to me."

Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

I think societal instinct much deeper than sex instinct — and societal repression much more devastating.

How can there be any secrets, we are all the same organisms? How can there be any secrecy, when everything is known to all of us?

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedgeDriven by invisible blows,The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.