203 Quotes by D.H. Lawrence

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

You are the call and I am the answer,You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more—? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze."(Letter to Cynthia Asquith, November 1913)

Sometimes snakes can’t slough. They can’t burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply don’t care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.

I consider this is really the heart of England,’ said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.‘Do you?’ she said, seating herself in her blue knitted dress, on a stump by the path.‘I do! this is the old England, the heart of it; and I intend to keep it intact.’‘Oh yes!’ said Connie. But, as she said it she heard the eleven-o’clock hooters at Stacks Gate colliery. Clifford was too used to the sound to notice.

Nobody knows you.You don't know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?