203 Quotes by D.H. Lawrence

All human beings are vines. But especially the idealist. He is a vine, and he needs to clutch and climb. And he despises the man who is a mere potato, or turnip, or lump of wood.

Can you never like things without clutching them as if you wanted to pull the heart out of them?

Couldn't one go right away, to the far ends of the earth, and be free from it all?One could not. The far ends of the earth are not five minutes from Charing Cross. nowadays. While the wireless is active, there are no far ends of the earth.

There was a certain pathos. The wood still had some of the mystery of wild, old England; but Sir Geoffrey's cuttings during the war had given it a blow. How still the trees were, with their crinkly, innumerable twigs against the sky, and their grey, obstinate trunks rising from the brown bracken! How safely the birds flitted among them! And once there had been deer, and archers, and monks padding along on asses. The place remembered, still remembered.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

Every half-truth at length produces the contradiction of itself in the opposite half-truth.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.