D. H. Lawrence

I want the wonder back again, or I shall die.

— D. H. Lawrence

Money is the seal and stamp of success.

— D. H. Lawrence

No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love.

— D. H. Lawrence

It is our business to go as we are impelled.

— D. H. Lawrence

A woman needn't be dragged down by her functions.

— D. H. Lawrence

Why is a door-knob deader than anything else?

— D. H. Lawrence

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

— D. H. Lawrence

The tiny fish enjoy themselves in the sea.

— D. H. Lawrence

“If only there weren't so many other people in the world,' he said lugubriously.”

— D. H. Lawrence

Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really.

— D. H. Lawrence

Ours is an excessively conscious age. We know so much, we feel so little.

— D. H. Lawrence

We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority.

— D. H. Lawrence

The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.

— D. H. Lawrence

We have to hate our immediate predecessors, to get free from their authority.

— D. H. Lawrence

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.

— D. H. Lawrence

The proper study of mankind is man in his relation to his deity.

— D. H. Lawrence

The difference between people isn't in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the…

— D. H. Lawrence

In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame…

— D. H. Lawrence

Gods die with men who have conceived them. But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to…

— D. H. Lawrence

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

Whatever God there is is slowly eliminating the guts and alimentary system from the human being, to evolve a higher, more spiritual…

— D. H. Lawrence

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us,…

— D. H. Lawrence

Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is…

— D. H. Lawrence

If a novel reveals true and vivid relationships, it is a moral work, no matter what the relationships consist in. If the…

— D. H. Lawrence

If we had reverence for our life, our life would take at once religious form. But as it is, in our filthy…

— D. H. Lawrence

It is only when men lose their contact with this eternal life-flame, and become merely personal, things in themselves, instead ofthings kindled…

— D. H. Lawrence

“The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men…

— D. H. Lawrence

It is marriage, perhaps, which had given man the best of his freedom, given him his little kingdom of his own within…

— D. H. Lawrence

Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won't fall off the tree when they're ripe. They hang on…

— D. H. Lawrence

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is…

— D. H. Lawrence

“Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of…

— D. H. Lawrence

It is time that the Protestant Church, the Church of the Son, should be one again with the Roman Catholic Church, the…

— D. H. Lawrence

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

The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me…

— D. H. Lawrence

Let a person only approach his or her own self with a deep respect, even reverence for all that the creative soul,…

— D. H. Lawrence

For even satire is a form of sympathy. It is the way our sympathy flows and recoils that really determines our lives.…

— D. H. Lawrence

“Connie went slowly home to Wragby. 'Home!'...it was a warm word to use for that great, weary warren. But then it was…

— D. H. Lawrence

Let man only approach his own self with a deep respect, even reverence for all that the creative soul, the God-mystery within…

— D. H. Lawrence

“She went to the fence and sat there, watching the gold clouds fall to pieces, and go in immense, rose-coloured ruin towards…

— D. H. Lawrence

I don't like your miserable lonely single front name. It is so limited, so meager; it has no versatility; it is weighted…

— D. H. Lawrence