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. LawrenceSometimes snakes canโt slough. They canโt burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply donโt care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.
D. H. LawrenceGod how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophisticated, much more conceited, only young in a certain puerile vanity more like senility than anything.
D. H. LawrenceYou love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.
D. H. LawrenceOne can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.
D. H. Lawrence