It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.
D. H. LawrenceFor us to go to Italy and to penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery
D. H. LawrenceThe unhappiness of a wife with a good husband is much more devastating than the unhappiness of a wife with a bad husband.
D. H. LawrencePsychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.
D. H. LawrenceWhat sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty. We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there. Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.
D. H. Lawrence