D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Americans in the Civil War period were very interested in Heaven and what it might be like, because they were having to face the fact that many of their loved ones were gone and many of their loved ones, they hoped, were in this other realm called Heaven.

Most songs are somewhere between love and death, and mine are no exception.

I envy the dead.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

I do not regard it as wrong to take my life, because I simply change my place of residence and go where my wife and baby are.

Not lost, but gone before.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.

Death is the ultimate disappointment

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Even death has a heart.

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

I wish I believed I'd see my parents again, see my wife again. But I know it's not going to happen.

They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I have got to the point in my life when a lot of people I know have died or are dying, so I realise that somewhere outside the pearly gates is a queue, shuffling nearer and nearer to the celestial box office.

I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I'm dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They're nowhere. I know they're nowhere and they don't exist, but if nowhere means that's where they are, that's where I want to be.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.