Quotes from D.H. Lawrence, Women in love

Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

That's the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.