Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.
D. H. Lawrence
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
D. H. Lawrence
Age: 45 †
Born: 1885
Born: January 1
Died: 1930
Died: January 1
Literary Critic
Novelist
Painter
Playwright
Poet
Screenwriter
Translator
Writer
Eastwood
Nottinghamshire
David Herbert Lawrence
Lawrence H. Davison
D.H. Lawrence
D. H. Lorenss
D. G. Lourens
David Herbert Richards Lawrence
D. H. David Herbert Lawrence
Egypt
Compared
Architecture
Lasts
Last
Moment
Daisy
Moments
Daisies
Pyramids
More quotes by D. H. Lawrence
When I went to the scientific doctor I realised what a lust there was in him to wreak his so-called science on me and reduce me to the level of a thing. So I said: Good-morning! and left him.
D. H. Lawrence
How sure I feel, how warm and strong and happy For the future! How sure the future is within me I am like a seed with a perfect flower enclosed.
D. H. Lawrence
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.
D. H. Lawrence
We are dying, we are dying, we are all of us dying and nothing will stay the death-flood rising within us and soon it will rise on the world, on the outside world.
D. H. Lawrence
Behold then Septimus Dodge returning to Dodge-town victorious. Not crowned with laurel, it is true, but wreathed in lists of things he has seen and sucked dry. Seen and sucked dry, you know: Venus de Milo, the Rhine or the Coliseum: swallowed like so many clams, and left the shells.
D. H. Lawrence
[Man's] life consists in a relation with all things: stone, earth, trees, flowers, water, insects, fishes, birds, creatures, sun,rainbow, children, women, other men. But his greatest and final relation is with the sun.
D. H. Lawrence
Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
D. H. Lawrence
In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.
D. H. Lawrence
I'm not sure if a mental relation with a woman doesn't make it impossible to love her. To know the mind of a woman is to end in hating her. Love means the pre-cognitive flow...it is the honest state before the apple.
D. H. Lawrence
I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. My soul knows that I am part of the human race, my soul is an organic part of the great human race, as my spirit is part of my nation. In my own very self, I am part of my family.
D. H. Lawrence
For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say surgaries, or I'm done.
D. H. Lawrence
And can a man his own quietus make with a bare bodkin?
D. H. Lawrence
The history of our era is the nauseating and repulsive history of the crucifixion of the procreative body for the glorification ofthe spirit.
D. H. Lawrence
For how can a man stand, unless he have something sure under his feet. Can a man tread the unstable water all his life, and call that standing? Better give in and drown at once.
D. H. Lawrence
In America the chief accusation seems to be one of Eroticism. This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty amours, or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?
D. H. Lawrence
The goal is to know how not-to-know.
D. H. Lawrence
Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.
D. H. Lawrence
The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.
D. H. Lawrence
It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.
D. H. Lawrence
When van Gogh paints sunflowers, he reveals, or achieves, the vivid relation between himself, as man, and the sunflower, as sunflower, at that quick moment of time. His painting does not represent the sunflower itself. We shall never know what the sunflower itself is. And the camera will visualize the sunflower far more perfectly than van Gogh can.
D. H. Lawrence
