966 Quotes by D. H. Lawrence

My wife has a beastly habit of comparing poetry – all literature in fact – to the droppings of the goats among the rocks – mere excreta that fertilises the ground it falls on.

You don’t learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can’t you look at it with your clear simple wits?

The tragedy is when you’ve got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

One doesn’t know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one’s friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

I am only half there when I am ill, and so there is only half a man to suffer. To suffer in one’s whole self is so great a violation, that it is not to be endured.

What’s that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

And can a man his own quietus make with a bare bodkin?

Why doesn’t the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?