Lies About Love We are all liars, because The truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, Whereas letters are fixed, and we live by the letter of truth. The love I feel for my friend, this year, is different from the love I felt last year. If it were not so, it would be a lie. Yet we reiterate love! love! love! as if it were a coin with fixed value instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.
D. H. LawrenceAnd to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.
D. H. LawrenceBut then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.
D. H. LawrenceThe nice clean intimacy which we now so admire between the sexes is sterilizing. It makes neuters. Later on, no deep, magical sex-life is possible.
D. H. Lawrence