David Herbert Lawrence citáty

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„Přátelství mezi mužem a ženo nemůže existovat jako prvotní cit.“

„Pozbude-li muž vnitřního smyslu tvůrčí činnosti, cítí se zrazen a je skutečně zrazen. Učiní-li ženu, nebo ženu a dítě, středem svého života, je jeho postavení beznadějné.“

„Svět se ničeho tak nebojí jako nové zkušenosti, protože ta nahradí tolik starých zkušeností.“

„Manželství je klíčem k lidskému životu.“

„Ideální by bylo mít dva životy. První proto, abychom mohli dělat všechny chyby, a druhý proto, abychom si jej mohli užít.“

„Jak začít se vzděláním dítěte?
První pravidlo - nechte ho být. Druhé pravidlo - nechte ho být. Třetí pravidlo - nechte ho být. To pro začátek stačí.“

„Země, kde muži opovrhují sexem a žijí pro něj.“

„Nikdo tě nezná.
Neznáš sám sebe.
A já, který jsem se do tebe napůl zamiloval,
Co miluji?
Svou vlastní představu?“

„Osobně mám raději, když mám zlomené srdce. Je to tak krásné, kaleidoskopické svítání v prasklině.“

“Humanity is a huge aggregate lie, and a huge lie is less than a small truth. Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies. And they say that love is the greatest thing; they persist in SAYING this, the foul liars, and just look at what they do! Look at all the millions of people who repeat every minute that love is the greatest, and charity is the greatest— and see what they are doing all the time. By their works ye shall know them, for dirty liars and cowards, who daren't stand by their own actions, much less by their own words.”

“We have to hate our immediate predecessors to get free from their authority.”

“The dead don't die. They look on and help.”

“I can't stand Willy wet-leg,
can't stand him at any price.
He's resigned, and when you hit him
he lets you hit him twice.”

“I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.”

“Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering palsied pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery its a marvel they can breed. They can nothing but frog-spawn — the gibberers! God, how I hate them! God curse them, funkers. God blast them, wish-wash. Exterminate them, slime.
I could curse for hours and hours — God help me.”

“Men! The only animal in the world to fear!”

“Mrs Morel always said the after-life would hold nothing in store for her husband: he rose from the lower world into purgatory, when he came home from pit, and passed into heaven in the Palmerston Arms.”

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”

“The Rhine is still the Rhine, the great divider... Immediately you are over the Rhine, the spirit of place has changed... It is as if the life had retreated eastwards. As if the Germanic life were slowly ebbing away from contact with western Europe, ebbing to the deserts of the east.”