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.
D.H. LawrenceHis defences were all in his wits and cunning, his very instincts of cunning, and when these were abeyance he seemed doubly naked and like a child, of unfinished, tender flesh, and somehow struggling helplessly
D.H. LawrenceYou, if you were sensible,
When I tell you the stars flash signals,
each one dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
The night is wonderful.
Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.
D.H. LawrenceBe a good animal,true to your instincts.
D.H. LawrenceBe sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha
D.H. LawrenceHe knew that conscience was chiefly fear of society or fear of oneself.
D.H. LawrenceWhen the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.
D.H. LawrenceI got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.
D.H. LawrenceWhat one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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