It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would… — 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 before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free of their authority. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
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 Image
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
