Quotes from D.H. Lawrence

His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave

But Paul liked the girls best. The men seemed common and rather dull. He liked them all, but they were uninteresting.

She, who was bored almost to agony, and who had nothing at all to do, she had not time to think even, seriously, of anything. Time being, after all, only the current of the soul in its flow.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

Men don't think, high and low-alike, they take what a woman does for them for granted.

Why must one climb the hill ? Why must one climb? Why not stay below? Why force one's way up the slope? Why force one's way up and up, when one is at the bottom? Oh, it was very tiring, very wearying, very burdensome. Always burdens, always, always burdens.

Whatever life may be, and whatever horror men have made of it, the world is a lovely place, something to marvel over. The world is an amazing place.

He had a sense of foreboding. No sense of wrong or sin; he was troubled by no conscience in that respect. He knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society, or fear of oneself. He was not afraid of himself. But he was quite consciously afraid of society, which he knew by instinct to be a malevolent, partly-insane beast.

But no, he would not give in. Turning sharply, he walked towards the city's gold phosphorescence. His fists were shut, his mouth set fast. He would not take that direction, to the darkness, to follow her. He walked towards the faintly humming, glowing town, quickly. THE END

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won't accept her as is a human being, a real human being of the feminine sex.

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it.

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

But, Lord, if it is Thy will that I should love him, make me love him - as Christ would, who died for the souls of men. Make me love him splendidly, because he is Thy son.

I have travelled, and looked at the world, and loved it. Now I don't want to look at the world anymore, there seems nothing there. In not-looking, and in not-seeing comes a new strength and undeniable new gods share their life with us, when we cease to see.

All this talk of equality between the sexes is merely an expression of sex-hate. Men and women should learn tenderness to each other and to leave one another alone.

You wheedle the soul out of things, he said.

Ce vreau eu sa stiu - ce ma nedumereste pe mine - este cum pot oamenii care traiesc in aceeasi tara, care vorbesc aceeasi limba, care citesc aceleasi ziare si asa mai departe, sa fie atat de deosebiti, realmente deosebiti, in sentimentele lor. Asta nu pot sa inteleg.

Heart an' belly an' cock.

But I will have it. I will love — it is my birthright. I will love the man I marry — that is all I care about.

Voltaire, Shelley, Wordsworth, Byron, Rousseau... established a new connection between mankind and the universe, and the result was a vast release of energy. The sun was reborn to man and so was the moon. To man, the very sun goes stale, becomes a habit. Comes a saviour, a seer, and the very sun dances new in heaven.

She was nobody, there was no reality in herself, the reality was all outside of her, and she must apply herself to it.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. That's the real secret of marriage

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover