It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
And down his mouth comes to my mouth! and down His bright dark eyes come over me, like a hood Upon my mind! his… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser. And as soon as… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
It ought to be lovely to be old, To be full of the peace that comes with experience And wrinkled ripe fulfillment — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
“The young man, perched insecurely in the slender branches, rocked till he felt slightly drunk, reached down the boughs, where the scarlet beady cherries… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
One sheds one's sicknesses in books--repeats and presents again one's emotions, to be master of them.One sheds one's sicknesses in books--repeats and presents again… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
All people dream, but no equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
The chief thing about a woman -- who is much of a woman -- is that in the long run she is not to… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
Temperance: Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods. — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Any woman who doesn't have a little bit of whore in her is pretty much a dried up stick.” — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
“In the inner dark she saw a handsome bay horse with his clean ears pricked like daggers from his naked head as he swung… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have… — DH Lawrence Copy Share Image
