966 Quotes by D. H. Lawrence

When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world.

There’s always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It’s when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life’s not worth having.

I can’t bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the “purpose” be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.

We don’t exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

I’d be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.