966 Quotes by D. H. Lawrence

Yea, Paris is a festive ton – a festive Ton for all! Skate o’er on joy – Thin crust of gilded, polished joy! What matters it if Hell’s beneath?

At the back of my life’s horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.

The old ideals are dead as nails – nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman – sort of ultimate marriage – and there isn’t anything else.

Don’t be on the side of the angels, it’s too lowering.

That’s it! When you come to know men, that’s how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

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.

So slowly the hot elephant hearts grow full of desire, and the great beasts mate in secret at last, hiding their fire.

One’s action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

If you don’t like it, alter it, and if you can’t alter it, put up with it.