3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence The only history is a mere question of one’s struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence You don’t want to love – your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren’t positive, you’re negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you’ve got a shortage somewhere.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters – not to talk in armies and nations and numbers – but to track it home.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Tragedy is like strong acid – it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence I am in love – and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it and one’s religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence So long as you don’t feel life’s paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn’t matter, happiness or unhappiness.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence I can’t bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence It is a fine thing to establish one’s own religion in one’s heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can’t invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your blood and your bones, as well as with your eyes.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Be still when you have nothing to say when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can’t wake up.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.
3 December 2020 David Herbert Lawrence Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
