“I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.”

— D.H. Lawrence

Letter to John Middleton Murry (3 October 1924)

Adopted from Wikiquote. Last update June 3, 2021. History

Help us to complete the source, original and additional information

Do you have more details about the quote "I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pou…" by D.H. Lawrence?

D.H. Lawrence photo

D.H. Lawrence131

English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary crit… 1885–1930

Related quotes

“As for the coldness, I have never seen it like this. I mean, coldness that makes like it wants to kill you, like it's telling you, with its snow, that you should go back to where you came from.”

NoViolet Bulawayo book We Need New Names

We Need New Names (2013)

“My fingers are turning red, my nose is turning red, and that kind of cold, I was, of course, also unfamiliar with. And snow has always had an awe for me. The silence that takes over the world, and just. . . the absolute miracle of snow. I’ve never gotten over it, I have to confess.”

On her first exposure to winter in the United States in "Shobha Rao on Moving Between Cultures and Loving Little House on the Prairie" https://lithub.com/shobha-rao-on-moving-between-cultures-and-loving-little-house-on-the-prairie/ in LitHub (2018 Nov 19)

“The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.”

Margaret Atwood book Cat's Eye

Source: Cat's Eye

“Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.”

Stephen King (1947) American author

“Get up and bring fur clothes as Autumn is here
A cold wind is blowing from the Khawrazm yonder
Look at that vine leaf hanging on the vine bough
It looks like the shirt of dyers
The farmer is biting his finger with wonder
As in the lawn or garden is left no more rose or lavender”

Manuchehri (1000–1040) Persian poet

“Where is the heart that has not bow'd
A slave, eternal Love, to thee:
Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,
And is there one among them free?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

Canto II
The Troubadour (1825)

“THE DESCENT: Faster I travel into the cold of the mountain / than I return from it. / One can't see the sun. / Wait, I come closer / as beside me the frozen snow / dwindles.”

Mirkka Rekola (1931–2014) Finnish writer

“Don't bite my finger, look where I am pointing.”

Warren S. McCulloch (1898–1969) American neuroscientist

Attributed to McCulloch in: Seymour Papert (1965) Introduction to McCulloch. p. xxviii

“And what? Accidentally cuts off three fingers postmortem? 'Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I'll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?”

Barry Lyga (1971) American writer

Source: I Hunt Killers

“Where wedges are worthless, the finger nails may serve.”

Mateo Alemán book Guzmán de Alfarache

Pt. I, Lib. III, Ch. VIII.
Guzmán de Alfarache (1599-1604)

Related topics