There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.
From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the inwardness of the remnant of forest, the unspeaking reticence...
One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.
When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.
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.
They looked at each other and laughed, then looked away, filled with darkness and secrecy. Then they kissed and remembered the magnificence of the night. It was so magnificent, such an inheritance of...
The optimist builds himself safe inside a celland paints the inside walls sky-blue
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.
Owing to the flood of shallow books which really are exhausted in one reading, the modern mind tends to think every book is the same, finished in one reading. But it is not so. And gradually the moder...
Lies About LoveWe are all liars, becauseThe truth of yesterdaybecomes 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...
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.
When one is grown up, money is lying about at one's service. It is only when one is young that it is rare. Take no thought for money - that always lies to hand.(Women in Love)
When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,and when we escape like squirrels turning in thecages of our personalityand get into the forests again,we shall shiver with cold and frightbut things wi...
The profoundest of all sensualitiesis the sense of truthand the next deepest sensual experienceis the sense of justice.
Life is ours to be spent, not tobe saved.
The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely more wonderful than any sexual love.
Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to the same thing.