D.H. Lawrence: Trending quotes (page 3)

“Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.”

“There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.”

“I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.”

“Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.”

“And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.”

“This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.”

“Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.”

“Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.”

“If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.”

“If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.”

“When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.”

“Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it”

“And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.”

“Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?”

“Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.”

“Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.”

“The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.”

“Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to the same thing.”

“That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.”