D.H. Lawrence is my king 👑 A male author who can write women 🤩
Some favourite quotes from this short story collection:
- “There is a certain nonsense, something showy and stagey about spring, with its pushing leaves and chorus-girl flowers, unless you have something corresponding inside of you.” (‘Two Blue Birds,’ pp. 19)
- “Every man his own hero, thought the wife grimly, forgetting that every woman is intensely her own heroine.” (‘Two Blue Birds,’ pp. 19)
- “It is not the wetting of the eyes which counts, it is the deep iron rhythm of habit, the year-long, life-long habits; the deep-set stroke of power.” (‘Sun,’ pp. 27)
- “Her joy was when he rose all molten in his nakedness, and threw off blue-white fire, into the tender heaven.” (‘Sun,’ pp. 31)
- “Both he and his wife had that air of quiet superiority which belongs to individuals, not to a class.” (‘Sun,’ pp. 42)
- “She seemed to feel her own death; her own obliteration. As if she were to be obliterated from the field of life again.” (‘The Woman Who Rode Away,’ pp. 68)
- “And how he would give himself to a Woman, if she would only find real pleasure in the male that he was.” (‘The Border Line,’ 94)
- “And she repented, silently, of the way she had questioned and demanded answers, in the past. What were the answers, when she had got them? Terrible ash in the mouth.” (‘The Border Line,’ pp. 98)
- “He was a fascinating little man with a profound understanding of life and the capacity really to understand a woman and to make a woman feel a queen; which of course was to make a woman feel her real self.” (‘Jimmy and the Desperate Woman,’ pp. 108)
- “ Nearly all people in England are of the superior sort, superiority being an English ailment.” (‘The Last Laugh,’ pp. 142)
- “She had never emerged for a second from the remote place where she unyieldingly kept herself.” (‘Glad Ghosts, pp. 172)
- “He was just looking way in, to the marshes and jungle in her, where she didn’t even look herself.” (‘None of That,’ pp. 218)
- “He smiled, and talked, plucking for them the leaves from off his tree: leaves of easy speech.” (‘A Modern Lover,’ pp. 228)
- “You should be able by now to use the algebra of speech. Must I count up on your fingers for you what I mean, unit by unit, in bald arithmetic?” (‘A Modern Lover,’ pp. 234)
- “And they met again in the poetry of the past.” (‘A Modern Lover,’ pp. 240)
Favourite story: ‘Sun’ ☀️