In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.
D. H. LawrenceThe horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.
D. H. LawrenceFor my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.
D. H. LawrenceThe modern pantheist not only sees the god in everything, he takes photographs of it.
D. H. Lawrence