D. H. Lawrence

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.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

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.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

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.