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David Herbert Lawrence Quotes


Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

Men! The only animal in the world to fear.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

My God, these folks don't know how to love - that's why they love so easily.

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.

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!

Oh the innocent girl in her maiden teens knows perfectly well what everything means.

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.

One could laugh at the world better if it didn't mix tender kindliness with its brutality.