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virgin-martyr · 9 months
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What? — your throat is bruised, bruised with my kisses? Ah, but if I am cruel what then are you? I am bruised right through.
D. H. Lawrence, excerpt from "A Bad Beginning"
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garethschweitzer · 4 months
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DH Lawrence - Singing of Swans
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justalittlesolarpunk · 2 months
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From, of all places, Lady Chatterley’s Lover by DH Lawrence. Wasn’t expecting a book about sex to be this solarpunk! Not a great guy by all accounts but he was right about this - these lines get more relevant every year.
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thatstudyblrontea · 6 months
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But it is the fate of human beings to live on.
D.H. Lawrence, England, My England
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polarboiyeahz · 2 months
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Three books I’ve picked up yesterday from a book store I never go to; I’ve been wanting to find a Joyce book for so long
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crazyqueenmoon · 18 days
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Thinking about that Reddit comment in the BSD subreddit where someone mentioned having D.H. Lawrence as a character and just how crazy the dude was with his beliefs and the life he lived to be part of the BSD universe and that they knew all that stuff about D.H. Lawrence because they had to write a 10-page paper on him.
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oldshowbiz · 3 months
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1962.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
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helenaredamancy · 2 years
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The price of love is loss but still we pay. We love anyway.
A man wrote to me: We missed it, you and I. We were meant to mean a great deal to one another; but we missed it.
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There must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it. Oh well, we'll know better next time.
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The lover wants what he does not have. It is by definition impossible for him to have what he wants if, as soon as it is had, it is no longer wanting.
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INEZ [almost tenderly]: Why did you hurt her like that?
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MELCHIOR. Goodbye, Moritz. Thank you for coming back to see me. I shall remember all the happy carefree hours we spent together. I promise you that, whatever happens to me in the future, however I may alter with the years, you I will never forget. MORITZ. Thank you. You're still my best friend.
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1. next to normal 2. correspondence in after years (dh lawrence) 3. hadestown (nytw version) 4. rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead 5,8. no exit 6. eros the bittersweet 7. company 9. portrait of a lady on fire 10. spring awakening (1891) 11. farewell to arms
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NO FUCKING WAY THEY COOKED LIKE THIS
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virgin-martyr · 9 months
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Girls with their large eyes wide with tragedy
D.H. Lawrence, excerpt from "After the Opera"
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thatstudyblrontea · 6 months
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In the end, it is only this robust, sap-like faith which keeps man going. He may live on for many generations inside the shelter of the social establishment which he has erected for himself, as pear-trees and currant bushes would go on bearing fruit for many seasons, inside a walled garden, even if the race of man were suddenly exterminated. But bit by bit the wall-fruit-trees would gradually pull down the very walls that sustained them. Bit by bit every establishment collapses, unless it is renewed or restored by living hands, all the while. D.H. Lawrence, England, My England
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blackswaneuroparedux · 10 months
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The great home of the soul is the open road.
D.H. Lawrence
Françoise Hardy with Georges Moustaki, 1970.
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dgct2 · 10 months
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Self-pity
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
G. I. Jane (1997)
Directed by Ridley Scott
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julesofnature · 1 year
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Lost to a world in which I crave no part, I sit alone and commune with my heart. Pleased with my little corner of earth, glad to have come, not sorry to depart.
DH Lawrence
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macrolit · 1 year
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The more you reach after the fatal flower of happiness, which trembles so blue and lovely in a crevice just beyond your grasp, the more fearfully you become aware of the ghastly and awful gulf of the precipice below you, into which you will inevitably plunge, as into the bottomless pit, if you reach any farther.
The Fox, D.H. Lawrence
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