Maxioms by D. H. Lawrence
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.
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. - Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
