Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

— D.H. Lawrence

Every man who is acutely alive is acutely wrestling his own soul.

— D.H. Lawrence

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

— D.H. Lawrence

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

— D.H. Lawrence

For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was at the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.

— D.H. Lawrence

From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the unwariness of the remnant of forest, the speaking reticence of the old trees. They seemed a very power of silence, and yet a vital presence. They, too, were waiting: obstinately, stoically waiting, and giving off a potency of silence.

— D.H. Lawrence

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

— D.H. Lawrence

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.

— D.H. Lawrence

He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on his thick slice of bread, and cut off chunks with a clasp-knife, poured his tea into his saucer, and was happy.

— D.H. Lawrence

Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear. The motive of fear in religion is base...

— D.H. Lawrence