D. H. Lawrence Quotes

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference.

Nothing fazes me anymore.

I don't look forward to anything. I take things as they come.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

Vex not thy spirit at the course of things; they heed not thy vexation. How ludicrous and outlandish is astonishment at anything that may happen in life.

There seemed nothing to do but live.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

Whatever happens, who cares.

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

I don't mind what happens.

The difference between me and you is... that I don't mind what happens.

What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent.

There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

I know for sure that nothing matters.

At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them

I am as I am. The world is as it is. Whether I am content with that has very little to do with it.

Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

I don't care where I'm from, nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.