David Herbert Lawrence Zitate

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„Kunst ist die Technik der Gefühlsmanipulierung im Verhältnis zur Wirklichkeit.“

„Unser Zeitalter ist seinem Wesen nach tragisch, also weigern wir uns, es tragisch zu nehmen. Die Katastrophe ist hereingebrochen, wir stehen vor den Trümmern, wir fangen an, neue kleine Gewohnheiten zu bilden, neue kleine Hoffnungen zu hegen. Es ist ein hartes Stück Arbeit: Kein ebener Weg führt in die Zukunft; wir umgehen die Hindernisse jedoch oder klettern über sie hinweg. Wir müssen leben – einerlei, wie viele Himmel eingestürzt sind.“

„Geld vergiftet einen, wenn man es hat, und läßt einen verhungern, wenn man es nicht hat.“

„Ich habe noch nie ein wildes Tier gesehen, das sich bemitleidet hat.“

„Ich persönlich bevorzuge mein Herz, wenn es gebrochen ist. Es ist so wunderschön, morgendämmerungskaleidoskopisch in dem Riss.“

“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.”

“Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.”

“It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.”

“A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.”

“It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.”

“The human soul needs beauty more than bread.”

“Be a good animal, true to your instincts.”

“Those that go searching for love
only make manifest their own lovelessness,
and the loveless never find love,
only the loving find love,
and they never have to seek for it.”

“Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.”

“All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.”

“Every true artist is the salvation of every other. Only artists produce for each other a world that is fit to live in.”

“There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.”

“I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts or my thoughts the result of my dreams.”

“Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.”

“And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.”

“This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.”

“Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.”

“Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.”

“If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.”

“If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.”

“When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.”

“Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it”

“And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.”

“Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?”

“Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.”

“Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.”

“The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.”

“Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to the same thing.”

“That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.”