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David Herbert Lawrence Quotes


How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

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

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.

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.

I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd, kicking their shins or cheering them on to some mischief or merriment.

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

I shall always be a priest of love.

I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

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.

It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time, like being at a perpetual funeral.