203 Quotes by D.H. Lawrence

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

But his dread was the nights when he could not sleep. Then it was awful indeed, when annihilation pressed in on him on every side. Then it was ghastly, to exist without having any life: lifeless, in the night, to exist.

But a democracy is bound in the end to be obscene, for it is composed of myriad disunited fragments, each fragment assuming to itself a false wholeness, a false individuality. Modern democracy is made up of millions of frictional parts all asserting their own wholeness.

And how they take one in, with their manners and their mock wistfulness and gentleness.

Why don't we stay in love that way all our lives? Why do we turn into corpses with consciousness?

Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul.

She rose slowly. She didn't want to go. She also rather resented staying.

One wonders what the proper high-brow Romans ... read into the strange utterances of Lucretius or Apuleius or Tertullian, Augustine or Athanasius. The uncanny voice of Iberian Spain, the weirdness of old Carthage, the passion of Libya and North Africa.

To Connie, everything in her world and life seemed worn out, and her dissatisfaction was older than the hills.