Maxioms by D. H. Lawrence
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more
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 of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible read more
For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.
The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.
The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.
Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.
Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.
