Top 500 D. H. Lawrence Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep; And disgustingly upside down. Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags And grinning in their sleep. Bats!”

— D. H. Lawrence

302. “I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone.”

— D. H. Lawrence

303. “And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn’t quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn’t ever love at all.”

— D. H. Lawrence

304. “Isn’t it god’s own image? tramping his thirty miles a day after partridges, or a little rubber ball? wouldn’t you like to be like that, well off, and quite the thing?”

— D. H. Lawrence

305. “There is no evolving, only unfolding. The lily is in the bit of dust which is its beginning, lily and nothing but lily: and the lily in blossom is a ne plus ultra: there is no evolving beyond.”

— D. H. Lawrence

306. “All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.”

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307. “All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.”

— D. H. Lawrence

308. “How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.”

— D. H. Lawrence

309. “To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.”

— D. H. Lawrence

310. “You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.”

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311. “You don’t want to love – your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere.”

— D. H. Lawrence

312. “I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course. – Morning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.”

— D. H. Lawrence

313. “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.”

— D. H. Lawrence

314. “The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters – not to talk in armies and nations and numbers – but to track it home.”

— D. H. Lawrence

315. “I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.”

— D. H. Lawrence

316. “The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.”

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317. “Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.”

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318. “So as long as you can forget your body you are happy and the moment you begin to be aware of your body, you are wretched. So if civilization is any good, it has to help us forget our bodies, and then time passes happily without our knowing it. Help us get rid of our bodies altogether.”

— D. H. Lawrence

319. “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.”

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320. “How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species.”

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321. “We are so conceited and so unproud.”

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322. “What a frail, easily hurt, rather pathetic thing a human body is, naked; somehow a little unfinished, incomplete!”

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323. “Another head – and a black alpaca jacket and a serviette this time – to tell us coffee is ready. Not before it is time, too.”

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324. “The true artist doesn’t substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.”

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325. “When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker around me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the great constellation, The place where a star used to be.”

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326. “Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.”

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327. “The day of the absolute is over, and we’re in for the strange gods once more.”

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328. “Happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to bluff other people.”

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329. “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.”

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330. “That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.”

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331. “Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.”

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332. “Why is a door-knob deader than anything else?”

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333. “Men! The only animal in the world to fear.”

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334. “The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt.”

— D. H. Lawrence

335. “I like Australia less and less. The hateful newness, the democratic conceit, every man a little pope of perfection.”

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

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

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338. “The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.”

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339. “I am only half there when I am ill, and so there is only half a man to suffer. To suffer in one’s whole self is so great a violation, that it is not to be endured.”

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340. “It was such peace and heavenly freedom, just to fold her and kiss her gently, and not to have any thoughts or any desires or any will, just to be still with her, to be perfectly still and together, in a peace that was not sleep, but content in bliss. To be content in bliss, without desire or insistence anywhere, this was heaven: to be together in happy stillness.”

— D. H. Lawrence

341. “Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.”

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342. “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.”

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343. “Europe’s the mayonnaise, but America supplies the good old lobster.”

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344. “Don’t talk to me any more about poetry for months – unless it is other men’s work. I really love verse, even rubbish. But I’m fearfully busy at a novel, and brush all the gossamer of verse off my face.”

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345. “Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.”

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346. “In the end, for congenial sympathy, for poetry, for work, for original feeling and expression, for perfect companionship with one’s friends – give me the country.”

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347. “I think I am much too valuable a creature to offer myself to a German bullet gratis and for fun.”

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348. “The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.”

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349. “I’d wipe the machines off the face of the earth again, and end the industrial epoch absolutely, like a black mistake.”

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350. “I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.”

— D. H. Lawrence