D. H. Lawrence Quotes

I am livid with rage, sitting here in chains through this mad war which kills any meaning of life... My nerves are shattered and my mind darkened.

The familiar mood that awaits the sensitive young who are poor and dispossessed is a mood of sharp and painful inferiority, of violently angry tensions, of desperate and overwhelming longings.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

I'm comfortable in my miseries. I have no choice.

No one alive is more tormented nor weaker than myself.

I thought I was dead inside.

Life is a concentration camp. You're stuck here and there's no way out and you can only rage impotently against your persecutors.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

I had this lump in my throat, but I couldn't even cry. I thought, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I was just sitting there in my car that I was two months behind on payments for, knowing I didn't have money for rent.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

I don't think we can be entirely happy seeing such misery around us.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

The pain of powerlessness is excruciating. It is the most painful experience in the earth school, and everyone shares it.

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

The poor prey on one another because their lives offer no hope and communicate the tragic message to these human beings that they have no possibility to attain a decent standard of living.

I was dead inside.

'Family Life' is a blueprint of my life. It was horrible and physically gruesome in a way the book doesn't attempt to capture. It was emotionally very bleak.

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.