D. H. Lawrence ( 10 of 29 )
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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.
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.
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.
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 mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my read more
The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.
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.
Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.
Never trust the teller. Trust the tale.
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
Try to find your deepest issue in every confusion, and abide by that.
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to read more
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
