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petaltexturedskies · 5 months ago
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D.H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent
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apoemaday · 9 months ago
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Self-Pity
by D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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thoughtkick · 2 months ago
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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quotefeeling · 1 year ago
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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seraphinesaintclair · 1 year ago
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D. H. Lawrence, “Valentine's Night”
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perfectquote · 11 months ago
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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perfectfeelings · 1 year ago
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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undinesea · 2 months ago
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Oh, but the water loves me and folds me, Plays with me, sways me, lifts me and sinks me,
D.H. Lawrence, from "The Wild Common," in D.H. Lawrence Selected Poems
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prosedumonde · 3 months ago
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Elle ne pouvait pas bien, pas tout à fait, aimer sans espoir. Et lui, toujours sans espoir, ne pouvait jamais aimer tout à fait.
D.H. Lawrence, L'Amant de Lady Chatterley (Lady Chatterley's Lover)
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entheognosis · 4 days ago
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Let us hesitate no longer to announce that the sensual passions and mysteries are equally sacred with the spiritual mysteries and passions. Who would deny it any more? The only thing unbearable is the degradation, the prostitution of the living mysteries in us. Let man only approach his own self with a deep respect, even reverance for all that the creative soul, the God-mystery within us, puts forth.
D.H. Lawrence
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petaltexturedskies · 6 months ago
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D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
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julesofnature · 10 months ago
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There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.   ~D.H. Lawrence
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perfeqt · 8 months ago
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I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
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hairtusk · 2 years ago
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Films without faces: D.H. Lawrence's 'The Rainbow' (1989, dir. Ken Russell)
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frank-o-meter · 6 months ago
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“Women in Love” is a 1969 movie based on D.H. Lawrence's 1920 novel. In one memorable scene, Alan Bates and Oliver Reed decide to wrestle in the nude near a roaring fire.
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Wikipedia describes the scene: “During one of Gerald and Rupert's discussions, Rupert suggests Japanese-style wrestling. They strip and wrestle in the firelight. Rupert enjoys their closeness and says they should swear to love each other, but Gerald cannot understand Rupert's idea of wanting to have an emotional union with a man as well as an emotional and physical union with a woman.”
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apoemaday · 2 years ago
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Moonrise
by D.H. Lawrence
And who has seen the moon, who has not seen Her rise from out the chamber of the deep, Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw Confession of delight upon the wave, Littering the waves with her own superscription Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us Spread out and known at last, and we are sure That beauty is a thing beyond the grave, That perfect, bright experience never falls To nothingness, and time will dim the moon Sooner than our full consummation here In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.
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