Quotes from D. H. Lawrence

Don't be on the side of the angels, it's too lowering.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.

I believe that the highest virtue is to be happy, living in the greatest truth, not submitting to the falsehood of these personaltimes.

Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

Sacred love is selfless, seeking not its own. The lover serves his beloved and seeks perfect communion of oneness with her.

No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love.

I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

Love's a dog in a manger.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts.

It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.