D. H. Lawrence

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes read more

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.

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.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out read more

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage of creation, he cannot make the effort any more.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness read more

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.