D. H. Lawrence - Death Quotes

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I can only see death and more death, till we are black and swollen with death.

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The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

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I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all the cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.

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Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

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I love Italian opera - it's so reckless. Damn Wagner, and his bellowings at Fate and death. Damn Debussy, and his averted face. I like the Italians who run all on impulse, and don't care about their immortal souls, and don't worry about the ultimate.

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Censors are dead men
set up to judge between life and death.
For no live, sunny man would be a censor,
he'd just laugh.

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Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.

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Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.

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No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all there is in life, it seems to me. But I grant you, if you deny the variety of love you deny love altogether. If you try to specialize love into one set of accepted feelings, you wound the very soul of love. Love must be multi-form, else it is just tyranny, just death

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Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

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Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
And the long journey towards oblivion…
Have you built your ship of death, O have you?
O build your ship of death, for you will need it.

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Paris was sad. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig!

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Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

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But the pressure was too great. He would have to find something to make good the equilibrium. Something must come with him into the hollow void of death in his soul, fill it up, and so equalise the pressure within to the pressure without. For day by day he felt more and more like a bubble...

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