D. H. Lawrence Quotes

If I'm judging the attachment, myself, or another person, then I create separation.

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.

You sleep with people all the time that you hate.

Constant togetherness is fine - but only for Siamese twins.

Often the magical elements in my books are standing in for elements of the real world, the small and magical-in-their-own-right sorts of things that we take for granted and no longer pay attention to, like the bonds of friendship that entwine our own lives with those of other people and places.

I'd really like to be in closer contact with life. I'm a little too distant, I guess. I like to place myself outside.

The worst part about being married is when you're not connecting. Your partner is going out the door when you're coming in, and you don't have a chance to debrief on the day. That's the worst.

I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.

I've always been interested in relationships and the break-up of relationships.

Sometimes the wheels just fall off a relationship.

My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly with my legs.

Loneliness has little to do with what we do or where we do it, whether we're married or unmarried, optimists or pessimists, heterosexual or homosexual. Loneliness has to do with the sudden clefts we experience in every human relation, the gaps that open up with such stomach-turning unexpectedness. In a brief moment, I and my brother or sister have moved away into different worlds, and there is no language we can share.... It is in the middle of intimacy that the reality of loneliness most dramatically appears.

As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.

He [Ma's Tooth] was part of her a minute ago but now he's not. Just a thing.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

The opposite of love is not to hate but to separate. If love and hate have something in common it is because, in both cases, their energy is that of bringing and holding together

I sometimes feel that I am trying to dig in the world around me. I'm involved in another kind of archaeology to look for another kind of truth, and the moment I find, the moment I am separated from that life, the moment I am sort of in a world, every time I have gone out and performed in the, in the cinema for example, if you do two or three films on the trot you suddenly have this impression that you're becoming separate or separated from the world around you.

It really kind of sucked to be close to someone for so long and then suddenly not be anything anymore.

We walked for some time, and grew to know each other, as best as we'd allow. These are some of the high points. They lack continuity. I don't apologize. I merely pointed it out, adding with some truth, I feel, that most liaisons lack continuity. We find ourselves in odd places at various times, and for a brief span we link our lives to others and then, our time elapsed, we move apart. Through a haze of pain occasionally, usually through a veil of memory that clings, then passes, sometimes as though we have never touched.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.

You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'