English author (1885-1930)
It seems to me absolutely true, that our world, which appears to us the surface of all things, is really the bottom of a deep ocean: all our trees are submarine growths, and we are weird, scaly-clad submarine fauna, feeding ourselves on offal like shrimps. Only occasionally the soul rises gasping through the fathomless fathoms under which we live, far up to the surface of the ether, where there is true air.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Lady Chatterley's Lover
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free from their authority.
D. H. LAWRENCE
letter to Edward Garnett, February 1, 1913
If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Grapes"
A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connection.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Lady Chatterley's Lover
If a woman's got nothing but her fair fame to feed on, why, it's thin tack, and a donkey would die of it!
D. H. LAWRENCE
Sons and Lovers
From the unknown, profound desires enter in upon us, and ... the fulfilling of those desires is the fulfilling of creation.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Love"
Censors are dead men
set up to judge between life and death.
For no live, sunny man would be a censor,
he'd just laugh.
D. H. LAWRENCE
"Censors"
God is only a great imaginative experience.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Phoenix: The Posthumous Papers of D. H. Lawrence
It's autumn ... and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Sons and Lovers
Sodom and Madonna-ism are two halves of the same movement, the mere tick-tack of lust and asceticism, pietism and pornography.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Introductions and Reviews
The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.
D. H. LAWRENCE
Studies in Classic American Literature
Love was the flower of life, and blossomed unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it was found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
D. H. LAWRENCE
The Rainbow