England, My England and Other Stories Quotes

“Least said, soonest mended.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“What, exactly? It always seems to me that when there is no thought and no action, there is nothing.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“To forget! To forget! Utterly, utterly to forget, in the great forgetting of death. To break the core and the unit of life, and to lapse out on the great darkness. Only to that. To break the clue, and mingle and commingle with the one darkness, without afterwards and forwards.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“It took him hours to even as the question: time being no more than agony in darkness, without measurement.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“It left the soul unburdened, brooding in the dark nakedness. In the end, the soul is alone, brooding on the face of the uncreated flux, as a bird on a darkness.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“And a man was good or bad according to his nature, not according to his nationality.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“So when war broke out his whole instinct was against it: against war. He had not the faintest desire to overcome any foreigners or to help in their death.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“For after all there he was, he was charming, he was loveable, he was terribly desirable. But - but - oh, the awful looming cloud of that but! - he did not stand firm in the landscape of her life like a tower of strength, like a great pillar of significance. No, he was like a cat on has about the house, which will one day disappear and leave no trace. He was like a flower in the garden, trembling in the wind of life, and then gone, leaving nothing to show. As an adjunct, as an accessory, he was perfect. Many women would have adored to have him about her all her life, the most beautiful desirable of all her possessions.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“But he had no desire to give himself to the world, and still less had he any desire to fight his way in the world. No, no, the world wasn't worth it. He wated to ignore it, to go his own way apart, like a casual pilgrim down the forsaken sidetracks.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“what he had seen and felt and known he gave in his writing to his fellow men, the splendour of living, the hope of more and more life... a heroic and immeasurable gift.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England and Other Stories

“It was not that he was idle. He was always doing something, in his amateurish way. But he had no desire to give himself to the world, and still less had he any desire to fight his way in the world. No, no, the world wasn't worth it. He wanted to ignore it, to go his own way apart, like a casual pilgrim down the forsaken sidetracks. He loved his wife, his cottage and garden. He would make his life there, as a sort of epicurean hermit. He loved the past, the old music and dances and customs of old England. He would try and live in the spirit of these, not in the spirit of the world of business.”
― D.H. Lawrence, England, My England