Quotes from D. H. Lawrence

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

We have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

O pity the dead that are dead, but cannot make the journey, still they moan and beat against the silvery adamant walls of life's exclusive city.

That which one cannot experience in daily life is not true for oneself.

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

The living moment is everything.

Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

Evil, what is evil? There is only one evil, to deny life As Rome denied Etruria And mechanical America Montezuma still

At the back of my life's horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.

What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

For, of course, being a girl, one's whole dignity and meaning in life consisted in the achievement of an absolute, a perfect, a pure and noble freedom. What else did a girl's life mean?

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

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.

Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas onto life, of forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas.

Do not allow to slip away from you freedoms the people who came before you won with such hard knocks.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

Another head - and a black alpaca jacket and a serviette this time - to tell us coffee is ready. Not before it is time, too.