#d.h. lawrence

[entheognosis]

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

[petaltexturedskies]

D.H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent

[obsessioncollector]

She knew it was wonderful. And yet, till he had seen it, she felt it had not come into her soul. Only he could make it her own, immortal... Almost passionately she wanted to be with him when he stood before the flowers. They were going to have a communion together—something that thrilled her, something holy. 

D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

[apoemaday]

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.

[thoughtkick]

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

[quotefeeling]

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

[literaria-journal]

currently: reading carnivorously Lady Chatterley's Lover, mentally preparing myself for my next read (i.e. Babysitter), eating pokè, enjoying the warm weather and sunny days, wearing wide leg jeans + my bf botton downs, and starting a commonplace journal.

[seraphinesaintclair]

D. H. Lawrence, “Valentine's Night”

[perfectquote]

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

[undinesea]

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

[perfectfeelings]

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

[petaltexturedskies]

D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

[literarymood]

On pomegranates...

Pauline Albanese, The Closed Door // William Bouguereau, Girl with a pomegranate, 1875 // Oscar Wilde, La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente // Oscar Wilde, The Birthday of the Infanta // D. H. Lawrence, Pomegranate // Still Life with Pomegranates, Gustave Courbet, c. 1871-1872 // Eavan Boland, The Pomegranate // Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a journal entry, c. 1921 // Louise Glück, Pomegranate // Louise Glück, Pomegranate // Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Proserpine, 1874 // Flora Snowden, Ode to the Pomegranate.

[erotic-fvneral]

A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.

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

[prosedumonde]

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)

[julesofnature]

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