Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself. And… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. — 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
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 Image
