D. H. Lawrence Quotes

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

As a session player for so many years, I have found myself in rooms looking around going, 'Is this for real?'

Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m sleeping while awake, standing by the window, leaning against it as against everything. I search in myself for the sensations I feel before these falling threads of darkly luminous water that stand out from the grimy building facades and especially from the open windows. And I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or where I am.

I can’t imagine what my school friends must have thought was going on because I was wandering around in some kind of dream. I felt as though my insides had been taken out which is, I now realize, the right feeling.

I don't really know what Hollywood is. I've never really known.

It's not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

I'm not dating anyone. I don't even know where I am half of the time.

It's an abnormal world I live in. I don't belong anywhere. It's like I'm floating down the middle. I'm never quite sure where I am.

Let's start at 35 because I don't know where it is.

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming.

There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?

I don’t know what it means to live.

Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Every single day I wake up in the morning, and I wonder if this is some kind of amazing dream that's gonna end all of a sudden. And, you know, I'm gonna wake up and be somewhere else.

I know not whether you came to me or I to you. Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake. I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart. Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight.

I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.

Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?