Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me?
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
Grey
Floating
Thin
Fingers
Forgotten
Trouble
Strand
Doe
Strands
Cigarette
More quotes by D. H. Lawrence
When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.
D. H. 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.
D. H. Lawrence
The difference between people isn't in their class, but in themselves. Only from the middle classes one gets ideas, and from the common people--life itself, warmth. You feel their hates and loves.
D. H. Lawrence
The lion shall never lie down with the lamb. The lion eternally shall devour the lamb, the lamb eternally shall be devoured. Man knows the great consummation in the flesh, the sensual ecstasy, and that is eternal. Also the spiritual ecstasy of unanimity, that is eternal. But the two are separate and never to be confused.
D. H. Lawrence
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
D. H. Lawrence
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
D. H. Lawrence
How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.
D. H. Lawrence
Let there be an end ... of all this welter of pity, which is only self-pity reflected onto some obvious surface.
D. H. Lawrence
But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.
D. H. Lawrence
When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.
D. H. Lawrence
The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everyone else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.
D. H. Lawrence
The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.
D. H. Lawrence
Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.
D. H. Lawrence
The Moon! Artemis! the great goddess of the splendid past of men! Are you going to tell me she is a dead lump?
D. H. Lawrence
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
D. H. Lawrence
Homer was wrong in saying, Would that strife might pass away from among gods and men! He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe.
D. H. Lawrence
She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help. Society was terrible because it was insane. Civilized society is insane. Money and so-called love are its two great manias money a long way first. The individual asserts himself in his disconnected insanity in these two modes: money and love.
D. H. Lawrence
Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.
D. H. Lawrence
One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.
D. H. Lawrence
My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness—what old and hard-worked staleness, masquerading as the all-new!
D. H. Lawrence
