Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
D. H. LawrenceI love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. ...wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld.
D. H. LawrenceImitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
D. H. LawrenceSleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.
D. H. LawrenceThe lion shall never lie down with the lamb. The lion eternally shall devour the lamb, the lamb eternally shall be devoured. Man knows the great consummation in the flesh, the sensual ecstasy, and that is eternal. Also the spiritual ecstasy of unanimity, that is eternal. But the two are separate and never to be confused.
D. H. Lawrence