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D. H. Lawrence Biography

David Herbert Lawrence (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930) was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter. His collected works represent, among other things, an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. Some of the issues Lawrence explores are sexuality, emotional health, vitality, spontaneity, and instinct.

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The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.

Beliefs, Body, Consciousness, Intuition, Mind, Test

I want us to be together without bothering about ourselves- to be really together because we ARE together, as if it were a phenomenon, not a thing we have to maintain by our own effort.

Bothering, Effort, Phenomenon, Together, Want

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge Driven by invisible blows, The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Blow, Blows, Rocks, Splits, Tip, Wonder

The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Cosmos, Heart, Moon, Parts, Running, Saturn

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

Artist, Created, Function, Literature, Never Trust, Tale

You don't learn algebra with your blessed soul. Can't you look at it with your clear simple wits?

Blessed, Learn, Simple, Soul, Wits

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

Death, Journey, Ships, Oblivion, Longest

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

Eye, Know, Knows, Mind, See

God how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophisticated, much more conceited, only young in a certain puerile vanity more like senility than anything.

Conceited, Country, God, Hate, Puerile, Young

Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.

Gentle, Heart, Hearts, Literature, Men, Women

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.

Creative, Ordinary World, Vicious, Virtue, World

That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.

Anaesthetic, Attention, Invisibility, Magic, Power

Beauty is a mystery. You can neither eat it nor make flannel out of it.

Beautiful, Beauty, Flannel, Flannels, Mystery

Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.

Air, Human, Race, Roots

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

Dead, Death, Die, Funeral, Help, Looks

It's autumn. . . and everybody feels like a disembodied spirit then.

Autumn, Disembodied, Feels, Like, Spirit

Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.

Body, Despises, Fears, Hate, Mind

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticising.

Book, Critic, Criticism, Feelings, Reasoned

I can give you a spirit love, I have given you this long, long time; but not embodied passion. See, you are a nun. I have given you what I would give a holy nun. . . In all our relations no body enters. I do not talk to you through the senses - rather through the spirit. That is why we cannot love in the common sense.

Common Sense, Embodied, Long, Passion, See, Talk

In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.

Act, Dead, Loss, Return, Sex, Two

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