D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire for madness. It grows angry with itself, turns its own executioner, and revenges its misfortunes on its own head.

Often does hatred hurt itself.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.

You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.

Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.

Women need attention therefore women will complain, develop hatred for men and say that you're the one to blame.

You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker, don't you mess around with me.

I think the human species is very suicidal.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

When you're 19, getting a girl to say yes, or being a dog, or being a player, cheating. Consent is all about - for me, back then - if you can get a girl to say yes, you win.

This violent rage that turned inward cannot be helped by drink.

So many means of self-destruction, so little time.

We have a double standard, which is to say, a man can show how much he cares by being violent-see, he's jealous, he cares-a woman shows how much she cares by how much she's willing to be hurt; by how much she will take; how much she will endure; how suicidal she's prepared to be.

I look for women I know are gonna bust me up good. Come on, man, who can resist that? Who can resist that emotional pain? Yeah, they all have the same line, they're so sweet: I'm not gonna hurt you like all the others. Really I'm not. I'm gonna introduce you to a whole new level of pain!

Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?

Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.

I was hell bent on destruction... it was like being possessed by a demon.

It is unpleasant to see character throw itself away.

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!

Jealousy is indeed a poor medium to secure love, but it is a secure medium to destroy one

George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. And yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: “Yes, this will do”. Who has made the hideous, the hurting, the insulting mistake of loving… me, and must be punished for it. George and Martha… Sad, sad, sad.

Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

Don't cut your nose off yourself.