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

D.H. Lawrence

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

- D.H. Lawrence

And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.

- D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

You are the call and I am the answer,You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more—? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

- D.H. Lawrence, Look! We Have Come Through!

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

- D.H. Lawrence

There has been so much action in the past,” said D.H. Lawrence, “especially sexual action, a wearying repetition over and over, without a corresponding thought, a corresponding realization. Now our business is to realize sex. Today the full conscious realization of sex is even more important than the act itself.

- Michel Foucault

There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H. had known something. His buddy Huxley was just an intellectual fidget, but what a marvelous one. Better than G.B. Shaw with that hard keel of a mind always scraping bottom, his labored wit finally only a task, a burden on himself, preventing him from really feeling anything, his brilliant speech finally a bore, scraping the mind and the sensibilities. It was good to read them all though. It made you realize that thoughts and words could be fascinating, if finally useless.

- Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly,' she protested.'I don't want to fuck you at all.'Lady Chatterly's Lover

- D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.

- D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

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

- D.H. Lawrence, Women in love

There was the loud noise of water, as ever, something eternal and maddening in its sound, like the sound of Time itself, rustling and rushing and wavering, but never for a second ceasing. The rushing of Time that continues throughout eternity, this is the sound of the icy streams of Switzerland, something that mocks and destroys out warm being.

- D.H. Lawrence, D.H. Lawrence and Italy: Twilight in Italy/Sea and Sardinia/Etruscan Places

You focus on telling stories,
we do everything else.