Quotes from D.H. Lawrence

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!

Isn't it beautiful? she pleaded. But he only scowled. He would rather have had it ugly just then.

The masters! In a dispute between masters and men, she was always for the men. But when there was no question of contest, she was pining to be superior, to be one of the upper class. The upper classes fascinated her, appealing to her peculiar English passion for superiority.

Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of the great desert tracts in his consciousness.

And yet, deep inside herself, a sense of injustice, of being defrauded, had begun to burn in Connie. The physical sense of injustice is a dangerous feeling, once it is awakened. It must have outlet, or it eats away the one in whom it is aroused.

The point is not: take all thou hast and give to the poor, but use all thou hast to encourage the industry and give work to the poor.

But she did not suffer so much, because she despised the triviality of these other people.

Mr. Pappleworth arrived, chewing a chlorodyne gum, at about twenty to nine, when all the other men were at work.

They all began to guess.

All men are babies, when you come to the bottom of them. Why, I've handled some of the toughest customers as ever went down Tevershall pit. But let anything ail them so that you have to do for them, and they're babies, just big babies. Oh, there's not much difference in men!

You have an independent income, the only thing that never lets you down.

The women are the maddest of all, but then they're the maddest for spending nowadays. If you could only tell them that living and spending isn't the same thing. But it's no good.

but bound to be an experience of some sort.' 'Not really,' said Ursula. More likely to be the end of an experience.' Gudrun sat very still, to attend to this. 'Of course,' she said, 'there's that to consider.' This brought the conversation to a close.

Nothing else, sir? came the neutral voice, like one in a dream.

tell your girls, my son, that when they're running after you, they're not to come and ask your mother for you - tell them that - brazen baggages you meet at dancing classes

He went straight to the sink where his wife was washing up. What, are thee there! he said boisterously. Sluther off an' let me wesh my-sen. You may wait till I've finished, said his wife. Oh mun I? - An' what if I shonna? This good-humoured threat amused Mrs Morel. Then you can go and wash yourself in the soft water tub.... With which he stood watching her a moment, then went away to wait for her.

After all,' he said in a declamatory voice, `one gets all one wants out of Racine. Emotions that are ordered and given shape are more important than disorderly emotions. She watched him with wide, vague, veiled eyes. `Yes, I'm sure they are,' she said.

Get engaged, to any man on earth? No, good heavens, nothing more ridiculous could be imagined!

the group that stood for 'freedom' and flannel trousers, and flannel shirts open at the neck, and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy, and a whispering, murmuring sort of voice, and an ultra-sensitive sort of manner.

She clung in a sudden anguish of terror. But it came with a strange slow thrust of peace, the dark thrust of peace and a ponderous, primordial tenderness, such as made the world in the beginning.

He rather hated hope. `Une immense espérance a traversé la terre', he read somewhere, and his comment was:`---and it's darned-well drowned everything worth having.

And it seemed she was like the sea, nothing but dark waves rising and heaving, heaving with a great swell, so that slowly her whole darkness was in motion, and she was Ocean rolling its dark, dumb mass.

don't you REALLY WANT to get married?

They haven't the brains to be socialists.