What did D. H. Lawrence mean by: Only this shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really. - D. H. Lawrence Novelist Copy
+ Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Animal, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ What the eye doesn’t see and the mind doesn’t know, doesn’t exist. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Eye, Mind, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Children, Giving Up, Love, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Individual, Self, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ There is a sixth sense, the natural religious sense, the sense of wonder. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Natural, religious, Wonder, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ Money poisons you when you’ve got it, and starves you when you haven’t. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Poison, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ I shall be glad when you have strangled the invincible respectability that dogs your steps. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Dog, Invincible, Steps, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
+ The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action. Feraz Zeid, January 4, 2024January 7, 2024, D. H. Lawrence, Horse, Inspiration, Movement, 0 - D. H. Lawrence Novelist
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death is the next step after the pension-it’s perpetual retirement without pay. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
