D. H. Lawrence

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep read more

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness read more

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my read more

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.