Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
and Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea she is… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
The nearer a conception comes towards finality, the nearer does the dynamic relation, out of which this concept has arisen, draw to a close.… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
If only we could live two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, and the second in which to profit by them. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share
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 Copy Share
