Top 500 D. H. Lawrence Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.”

— D. H. Lawrence

202. “Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.”

— D. H. Lawrence

203. “They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent.”

— D. H. Lawrence

204. “Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.”

— D. H. Lawrence

205. “He who gets nearer the sun is leader, the aristocrat of aristocrats, or he who, like Dostoevsky, gets nearest the moon of our non-being.”

— D. H. Lawrence

206. “The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.”

— D. H. Lawrence

207. “When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.”

— D. H. Lawrence

208. “Sex is the root of which intuition is the foliage and beauty is the flower.”

— D. H. Lawrence

209. “The great virtue in life is real courage that knows how to face facts and live beyond them.”

— D. H. Lawrence

210. “There’s nothing wrong with sexual feelings in themselves, so long as they are straightforward and not sneaking or sly. The right sort of sex stimulus is invaluable to human daily life. Without it the world grows grey.”

— D. H. Lawrence

211. “Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father’s house in Beldover, working and talking.”

— D. H. Lawrence

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

— D. H. Lawrence

213. “The true unconscious is the well-head, the fountain of real motivity. The sex of which Adam and Eve became conscious derived fromthe very God who bade them be not conscious of it.”

— D. H. Lawrence

214. “The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.”

— D. H. Lawrence

215. “The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.”

— D. H. Lawrence

216. “It’s hard to ravish a tin of sardines.”

— D. H. Lawrence

217. “Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances.”

— D. H. Lawrence

218. “Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me?”

— D. H. Lawrence

219. “When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.”

— D. H. Lawrence

220. “Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.”

— D. H. Lawrence

221. “Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.”

— D. H. Lawrence

222. “We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world.”

— D. H. Lawrence

223. “In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.”

— D. H. Lawrence

224. “In my very own self, I am part of my family.”

— D. H. Lawrence

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

— D. H. Lawrence

226. “Don’t be sucked in by the su-superior, don’t swallow the culture bait, don’t drink, don’t drink and get beerier and beerier, do learn to discriminate.”

— D. H. Lawrence

227. “The difference between people isn’t in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people – life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves.”

— D. H. Lawrence

228. “There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.”

— D. H. Lawrence

229. “But you have there the myth of the essential white America. All the other stuff, the love, the democracy, the floundering into lust, is a sort of by-play. The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.”

— D. H. Lawrence

230. “My shoes are made of Spanish leather, My socks are made of silk; I wear a ring on every finger, I wash myself in milk.”

— D. H. Lawrence

231. “Wisdom has reference only to the past. The future remains for ever an infinite field for mistakes.”

— D. H. Lawrence

232. “For us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery.”

— D. H. Lawrence

233. “Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.”

— D. H. Lawrence

234. “When science starts to be interpretive it is more unscientific even than mysticism.”

— D. H. Lawrence

235. “Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven’t really got.”

— D. H. Lawrence

236. “When I went to the scientific doctor I realised what a lust there was in him to wreak his so-called science on me and reduce me to the level of a thing. So I said: Good-morning! and left him.”

— D. H. Lawrence

237. “The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.”

— D. H. Lawrence

238. “No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me.”

— D. H. Lawrence

239. “You’ve got to know yourself so you can at last be yourself.”

— D. H. Lawrence

240. “The Spanish wine, my God, it is foul, catpiss is champagne compared, this is the sulphurous urination of some aged horse.”

— D. H. Lawrence

241. “No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.”

— D. H. Lawrence

242. “Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.”

— D. H. Lawrence

243. “Lemon trees, like Italians, seem to be happiest when they are touching one another.”

— D. H. Lawrence

244. “People always make war when they say they love peace.”

— D. H. Lawrence

245. “The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.”

— D. H. Lawrence

246. “Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.”

— D. H. Lawrence

247. “Nothing is as bad as a marriage that’s a hopeless failure.”

— D. H. Lawrence

248. “And this is the final meaning of work: the extension of human consciousness. The lesser meaning of work is the achieving of self-preservation.”

— D. H. Lawrence

249. “Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It’s when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life’s not worth having.”

— D. H. Lawrence

250. “If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.”

— D. H. Lawrence