I can't stand Willy wet-leg, can't stand him at any price. He's resigned, and when you hit him he lets you hit him twice.

D. H. Lawrence
डी.एच. लॉरेन्स
English writer and poet (1885–1930)
45 pieces
- Lived
- 1885–1930
- Born
- Eastwood
- Died
- Vence
- Nationality
- United Kingdom
- Known as
- writer, screenwriter, poet, playwright
- Era
- 20th century
- Movement
- modernist literature
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Works (45)
Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.
Men fight for liberty, and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.
The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.
I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.
The Rhine is still the Rhine, the great divider... Immediately you are over the Rhine, the spirit of place has changed... It is as if the life had retreated eastwards. As if the Germanic life were slowly ebbing away from contact with …
Men! The only animal in the world to fear!
It was in 1915 the old world ended.
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it
California is a queer place — in a way, it has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific. It is absolutely selfish, very empty, but not false, and at least, not full of false effort.
The dead don't die. They look on and help.
The nature of the infant is not just a new permutation-and-combination of elements contained in the natures of the parents. There is in the nature of the infant that which is utterly unknown in the natures of the parents.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
Mrs Morel always said the after-life would hold nothing in store for her husband: he rose from the lower world into purgatory, when he came home from pit, and passed into heaven in the Palmerston Arms.
It's the man who dares to take, who is independent, not he who gives.
We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free from their authority.
Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.
My God, these folks don't know how to love — that's why they love so easily.
If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and a Cinematograph working brightly; then I’d go out in the back streets and main streets and bring them in, all the sick, …
I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.