D. H. Lawrence

Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.

— D. H. Lawrence

Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold…

— D. H. Lawrence

We are so conceited and so unproud.

— D. H. Lawrence

Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity…

— D. H. Lawrence

“William had to be at his office at eight, so his mother got up at seven o' clock to prepare him. He…

— D. H. Lawrence

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

— D. H. Lawrence

There was a warmth of fury in his last phrases. He meant she loved him more than he her. Perhaps he could…

— D. H. Lawrence

It always seemed to me that men wore their beards, like they wear their neckties, for show.

— 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

The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance.

— D. H. Lawrence

Every civilization when it loses its inner vision and its cleaner energy, falls into a new sort of sordidness, more vast and…

— D. H. Lawrence

“I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if…

— D. H. Lawrence

Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness... meaning at-oneness, the state of being at one with the object.

— D. H. Lawrence

The near end of the street was rather dark and had mostly vegetable shops. Abundance of vegetables - piles of white and…

— D. H. Lawrence

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

— D. H. Lawrence

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

— D. H. Lawrence

“When one is grown up, money is lying about at one's service. It is only when one is young that it is…

— D. H. Lawrence

Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true…

— D. H. Lawrence

The map appears to us more real than the land.

— D. H. Lawrence

Where is the source of all money-sickness, and the origin of all sex-perversion?.... It lies in the heart of man, and not…

— D. H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate;

— D. H. Lawrence

The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of…

— D. H. Lawrence

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the…

— 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

Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a person to make money. It's nothing you…

— D. H. Lawrence