David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover

  • Milica Dragicevichas quoted2 months ago
    Connie went to the wood directly after lunch. It was really a lovely day, the first dandelions making suns, the first daisies so white. The hazel thicket was a lace-work, of half-open leaves, and the last dusty perpendicular of the catkins. Yellow celandines now were in crowds, flat open, pressed back in urgency, and the yellow glitter of themselves. It was the yellow, the powerful yellow of early summer. And primroses were broad, and full of pale abandon, thick-clustered primroses no longer shy. The lush, dark green of hyacinths was a sea, with buds rising like pale corn, while in the riding the forget-me-nots were fluffing up, and columbines were unfolding their ink-purple ruches, and there were bits of blue bird's eggshell under a bush. Everywhere the bud-knots and the leap of life!
  • Katya Varlamovahas quoted9 years ago
    ‘And what sort of a good time?’ asked Connie, gazing on him still with a sort of amazement, that looked like thrill; and underneath feeling nothing at all.
  • susyyneitorhas quoted3 months ago
    But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don’t have them they hate you because you won’t; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can’t be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваhas quoted9 months ago
    The gay excitement had gone out of the war…dead. Too
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваhas quoted9 months ago
    The gay excitement had gone out of the war…dead.
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваhas quoted9 months ago
    In fact everything was a little ridiculous, or very ridiculous: certainly everything connected with authority, whether it were in the army or the government or the universities, was ridiculous to a degree.
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваhas quoted9 months ago
    She lived with him in a smallish house in Westminster
  • Анастасия Ефимцеваhas quoted9 months ago
    When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason.
  • Мария Фархиуллинаhas quoted10 months ago
    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.
  • Phạm Quỳnhhas quotedlast year
    more or less in bits.

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