Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
D. H. Lawrence[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.
D. H. LawrenceYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.
D. H. LawrenceYou have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.
D. H. Lawrence